Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 9: Hungover

When I woke up the following morning my head was killing me. There was an pounding at the base of my scull and I felt nauseous. I felt like I was dying and that someone had shoved cotton balls into the back of my throat.

I spent most of the day tossing and turning under my covers, desperately trying to find a somewhat comfortable position that accompanied my throbbing head. To no avail, I settled for some aspirin and a ton of water.

As I lay in my bed, I tried to resurface the past night into my frontal lobe. I had forced myself to try to recall every detail, but some spots were a bit hazy.

I recalled drinking, a bit more than I should've, I remembered thinking that my sister had left, she didn't, I remembered the creep and the boy who saved me, and I remembered going home.

I tried to think of the events in order. After I was a few drinks down, apparently my sister actually did leave the bar for a short period. But it was only because her car was in the process of getting towed. I didn't quite catch the whole story but supposedly someone had reported it stolen or something and Lola had to go out and handle things.

During that whole situation was when I had encountered the creep who tried to date rape me. I couldn't for the life of me recall what he was saying to me the entire time, but I did remember him getting his face pounded in.

I remembered all of that in horrifying detail. The blood, the crimson color of the liquid that spewed from is face, the way it glistened under the dim bar lights. I also recalled his lifeless body. His limp limbs and his slumped head, bouncing back and forth with each strike.

I shook my head to rid the image of his bloodied face and tried to focus my attention on the aftermath. I remembered bringing the man who saved me into the bathroom to clean him up.

I remembered the way he wordlessly leaned against the counter as I wiped away at his bleeding knuckles. I hadn't said anything while I did so. There really wasn't much to say. I was still shell shocked that my savior was Clyde.

I had only encountered Clyde a total of two time as far as I could remember and my perception of him was completely different than that of the man from the night before.

The man from the bar was vicious. He was brutal and unforgiving. He was cold and deadly. But the boy in the restroom just seconds after was gentle and quiet. He was shy and kept to himself. He almost seemed embarrassed of the whole situation.

I was confused and hungover and I just wanted to sleep. But unfortunately my body didn't allow me to do that. I reluctantly got up and stumbled my way to the kitchen. The house was empty yet again and I was left to fend for myself.

After Clyde and I left the restroom, he made sure that I had a reliable ride home. In doing so, he had met my sister. Well, it wasn't exactly a meeting per se. More of a, "Are you her sister?"

"Yeah."

"Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Good," type thing.

Once we arrived home, Lola had put me to bed. I slept in late and by the time I woke up, it was already dinner time. I didn't even drink that much compared to the average person but I was a lightweight and I was definitely feeling the repercussions of my poor decisions.

I staggered to the pantry and tried to pull myself together a small meal before I went back to bed. I needed the rest. And some food.

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Triple update???? Well, sort of. Originally this was supposed to be part of the previous chapter but I liked the cliffhanger ending. So that's how we ended up with this little baby chapter for you guys :)

If I really wanted to, I could totally make this chapter longer but sometimes that can be a little overwhelming for me. So I hope you don't mind that I just leave it.

What do you guys think is going to happen? And what's up with this Clyde guy? I wanna hear your thoughts!!

As always, thank you for reading!

-eryn ~~