"Good morning my love" said an unfamiliar and preoccupied voice. My eyes attempted to shoot open but I was quickly blinded by the sunlight illuminating from the glass that leads to the balcony. I shut my eyes and attempted to open them slowly. My blinking was rapid as my eyes were trying to adjust to the brightly lit bedroom. After a few dozen blinks, I had turned my head to the area where I heard the voice. Nobody was there. I sat up and right as my back straightened upward, my head suddenly felt like it had been hit by an uppercut from rocky. "Holy shit how much did I have to drink last night." I then realized that I hadn't remembered a thing from last night. Which means I didn't remember how I got home: or who I came home with... I looked at the night stand where my engagement ring should be and it's not there. I looked at the my phone and it said "Sunday, April 12, 12:57pm". I had also noticed a slightly sharp pain right on my butt cheek. I thought nothing of it as I had probably busted my ass at some point last night. However, I started to panic as I just remembered I didn't recognize the voice from this morning. "Oh god. Please be Sarah, please be Sarah." I slowly crept my way to the kitchen and to my relief, there she was in her see-through nightgown and long black hair reaching all the way down to the midline of her back, my beautiful fiancé Sarah. She must of heard my footsteps because as soon as I entered, she turned around and smiled. Her green eyes like 2 perfect emeralds looking right at me with the sun reflecting off of them. She smiled and said "coffee?".
We enjoyed a full breakfast all while I felt the intensity of my own heart beat throbbing in my head. "This has got to be the worst hangover I've ever had" I said. Sarah chuckled before sipping her coffee and said "yea you looked like a spastic zombie this morning when I said good morning to you". "Why did you sound weird?" I asked. "Oh, maybe because I had a toothbrush in my mouth."
"Huh, I must've still not have been to my senses when I woke up".
I got up and proceeded to the medicine cabinet to find an alka-seltzer pill and an Advil. I dipped my hand in the drawer and without looking grabbed the first thing that my hand felt. I lifted out a small glass bottle and was confused. I had never seen this before. I began to read the name. "Flunitr-" the bottle was snatched from my head. "Hey I was reading that." "It's my period medication you know I get really bad symptoms" she said defensively. "Oh I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to grab that one." I thought back to my time in emt school and if we had learned about any drugs that started with "Flunitr" but couldn't think of any. I brushed it off and continued on with my search for the cure to this impending doom of mine that life calls a hangover.
Later in the day, Sarah and I were looking through our photo album from our time in college all the way till now. Her and I had been together for almost 8 years now although we had known each other for close to 10. We had to of had at least a dozen photo albums of our life together so far. Some days we'd like to reminisce and look through certain years together. Our best year together had to be senior year of college. There was one time that year where we broke into an amusement park and turned on the power so we could enjoy ourselves alone until the cops came. We rode the merry go round at least 6 times and ended our night of misdemeanors with mind blowing sex at the top of the Ferris wheel. It had to have been the adrenaline rushing through both of us that made the sex so perfect. It was right then and there at the top of the Ferris wheel with our clothes hanging off the edge and our hot, sweaty, naked bodies glued to each other that I knew I will never ever love a girl as much as I love Sarah. I cried a little that night. We had taken a picture of that night of course and added it to the photo album. And here we are 5 years later reminiscing about it. She was very adamant on making sure we looked through our best year this time though. It had been a while since we touched that one anyway so I didn't mind. After about an hour, and a couple of laughs and kisses, we closed the album and decided to watch a movie. While Sarah picked the movie which I knew was going to take 3 and a half years, I wanted to quickly do some chores. My first task was the garbage. I went through every room and collected the garbage. My last stop was the bathroom. As I picked up the Pail and dumped the garbage into a plastic bag, something caught my eye. A rectangular shaped box. I stuck my hand into the garbage and pulled out the box. There in big black bold text across the top said "Pregnancy test". Just the box but no test. Where's the test? My heart shot down down to my ass and with what had to be the most difficult swallow of my life, I put it in my pocket, turned around and started straight to Sarah. Calmly, I pulled it out of my pocket and asked what it was. Her eyes widened like she was about to be hit with a 16 wheeler and she nervously chuckled and said quietly "Surprise! You're gonna be a daddy" my mouth turned into the widest smile my mouth could mold and my heart rate increased by 50 in a matter of 2 seconds. The pure rush of dopamine into my brain sent me into the best high I've ever felt in my life. I pulled her off the sofa and into my arms and squeezed her like I was never going to touch her again. This had to be the happiest moment of my life. Tears of joy were pouring from my eyes and all this excitement was not helping the headache. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except that I was going to be a father. I had been looking forward to this moment my entire life and it was finally here. We celebrated. Me with more seltzer and her with fruit punch. We watched "Love Actually" which was both of our favorite movies. When it finished, I had remembered I forgot to take the trash out. I kissed her and smiled, then walked towards the garbage. The trash cans were outside next to a big dumpster shared by the community. It wasn't the best area but it was safe enough. Sometimes a heroin addict or two will slip by. I walked outside and towards the dumpster.
When I got there, the first thing I noticed was a syringe protruding from underneath the dumpster. I looked at it and thought "wow now the junkies are even leaving their syringes out?" I walked back to the house and heard a car speeding off in the distance. I got back inside and noticed Sarah wasn't on the couch anymore. I called for her and heard her voice from the bedroom. I went under the sink to replace the empty pails with bags when I noticed the same glass bottle from earlier. I shook it and heard the jangle of pills inside. Curiously, I grabbed it and began to read. "Flunitrazepam". Why did that sound so familiar? I put it back and walked away confused.
At the end of the night, I was getting ready to shower. I was on the toilet when I noticed Sarah's phone sitting on the sink top. I realized I had forgot mine and I wasn't getting up to get it. I took hers which had a picture of us together as her background. I smiled and said to myself "I'm so lucky to have you. I bet there's a million other men who wish they could be where I am right now". I unlocked her phone with her passcode which was the date we first started dating and opened safari. I typed in the name of the mysterious drug and was shocked at what I saw. "Roofies? Why does Sarah have a bottle of roofies?" Just then the sharp pain on my buttocks triggered again. I got up and looked at my butt only to notice it wasn't a cut, but just a red circle around what looked like an injection site. "What the fuck happened last night?" Suddenly, Sarah's phone went off. I looked and there sat a text message from somebody named "Juan". It read "sorry about last night, he was stumbling in drunk and I didn't know what to do. The drugs should be out of his system by now". "What the fuck? I said under my breath. I was starting to lose my temper. I went to the messages app on the phone and clicked the contact name "Juan". I couldn't believe what I saw.
Thursday:
Juan: "Leave your fiancé for me"
Sarah: "I'm not sure if I'm ready
Juan: "He doesn't love you like I love you. Nobody does"
Sarah: "Nobody loves you like I love you.. "
My mouth was wide open but nothing came out. Not even air. There was a knot in my throat that I would soon learn would stay there for the rest of my short lived life.
Friday:
Sarah: "I'm pregnant and I think it's yours.."
Juan: "does this mean you'll finally leave that sad excuse of a fiancé and start a family with me?"
Sarah: "I don't know I need time.. come see me tomorrow my husband's going out with his friends."
Juan: "I will see you tomorrow. I love you"
Sarah: "I love you more"
Saturday:
Sarah: "what the hell Juan?"
Juan: " I didn't know what to do! He walked in on us and he was drunk out of his mind!"
Sarah: "you didn't have to drug him! Who the hell carries drugs on them anyway! And what the fuck did you even give him?!"
Juan: "relax it was roofies. He won't remember a thing. He'll just wake up with a killer headache a slight pain on his ass"
Sarah: "Juan I swear to god.."
Juan: "I love you.."
Sunday:
Juan: "sorry about last night, he was stumbling in drunk and I didn't know what to do. The drugs should be out of his system by now".
I locked the phone and saw my reflection in the black of the iPhone. There was droplets of water dripping onto the phone. I was crying... I turned to my right and there she was standing in the doorway. Tears in her eyes and her hand over her open mouth. And there I was, just like in the best moment of my life, I was naked and crying. I heard a struggled sniffle and what sounded like "I'm sorry" from an unfamiliar and preoccupied voice.
