Enigma

Chapter 5

I woke up to suffer from a throbbing pain in my head. I just wanted to kill the pain, but how? I've never got drunk. Did I do anything wrong yesterday? I wanted to slap myself right now. Talking about dad, did he know I was drunk? Did I embarrass him? I didn't know how to face my dad. I've never been in a situation like this. I checked the time to realise it was two o'clock in the afternoon. Whay about school? It was a normal Tuesday! Leaving the thought at the back of my head, I looked down to see that I was still wearing the same top and jeans from last night. I smelt like a bottle of beer. I need a shower right away.

I silently shrieked looking at my face in the mirror. My hair was messed up and frizzy. I was going to have great trouble removing all  the tangles in my hair. I silently cursed myself for drinking, my eyes were bloodshot red and the huge bags under my eyes were dark brown. I looked like a freaking witch! I grabbed a hairbrush from the dressing table and tried removing all the tangles. I'm sure it took me a good forty-five minutes.

Finally, I headed my way towards the bathroom. The hot water crashed on my body and suddenly all my muscles start relaxing. I felt so relieved and comforting. I wanted to stay here forever but I planned on walking out when the skin on my palm and feet started wrinkling. Oh, what a wonderful and relaxing shower. I picked up my favourite pair of boxers which was black in colour with ice cream detailing on it and a white tshirt. I wanted to go down, but I was already so shameful of my act. I calmed myself and walked down to the kitchen.

My dad was really cool but he was strict when he had to be. I was always his perfect daughter but I didn't want that title to be buried after today. He would shout at me, but that's it. I have to get through this and I will.

"Morning dad," I said with a nervous smile. "Morning darling," he replied with a pleasant smile. He served me breakfast and I didn't see any hint of sadness or anger or anything but happiness. I'm not sure if he was planning on giving me a silent treatment but didn't he just say 'morning darling'? I eyed him with suspicion. He saw me looking at him that way, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?" Okay he wasn't pissed for sure.
"Aryopissdatmefrystrdy?" I mumbled so fast that he could hardly understand what I had just said, but not to forget he's my dad.

He somehow managed to decipher it and replied, "No darling, I'm not. This is a part of life and I'm so glad you tasted this side of life. Not that I'm really glad, but I'm sure you'll drink in your limits next time." Wow was this my father? I was so relieved from the tension that had been messing with my head; not to forget the pain from last night.

"Thanks dad," I gathered these words and poured them out. I wanted to have my breakfast in peace, but I couldn't and I wasn't sure why. I tried to understand myself, but it didn't help. Trying to distract myself from what was messing with my head, I asked my dad, "Dad didn't I have school? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You would have a bad headache if you woke up early and you can't afford to fall sick at this time of the year so I planned on giving you a leave," he replied.

He was the sweetest and really sensitive when it was about me. I was his little girl. I never wanted to break the trust he had in me. He was my hero. My first and my last..maybe. Back in childhood, he used to buy me everything I wanted. He never shouted at me unless he had to. Thinking about shout, didn't I shout at Zach last night? Was I being selfish? It was very cruel of me to talk to him like that. Also, where are the Lillies he gave me? I think I kept them on the slab where I was drinking. Why did I care? Didn't I hate him? But he left. Isn't that what I wanted?

I wanted to shut all these thoughts running in my head. I had to find a way to distract myself from these fast moving thoughts and so I planned to read one of my favourite books-- Harry Potter and the Deathly hallows. I hate rereading books but not when it's Harry Potter. I never really cried while reading books or watching movies, but I cry every damn time I read this book. It's just so good that I can't control myself. Maybe I cry because it's so fantastic? Never mind. As I completed the book, I slowly drifted to sleep.