Baby When You are Drunk and I am High

Discovering your secrets

Third person POV

Sun enlightened the previously dark room and made everything visible. Between the crumpled sheets and pillows two bodies were situated on the bed tangled in such a way that it was difficult to decipher whether there were two bodies or one. Sharon was the one to wake up first. Her head was pounding like someone dropped a dozen of bricks on her head. The hangover was killing her. Even the minute sunlight and birds chirruping was making everything hell for her. She was used to such mornings and she was well aware the there was someone beside her naked too. Well! Nothing new for her.

She blinked her eyes several times to adjust them to the brightness and massaged her temples careful enough not to wake the person beside her. She carefully sat up and clutched the sheet to her chest with one hand while she ran the other hand through her tangled tresses. When she was sure she can manage herself she decided to wake the stranger up and send him his own merry way. She turned sideways but before her eyes could reach the face of the stranger they landed on the huge scar on his chest and like a flood all the memories of last night invaded her mind and she became numb. Every memory of last night was playing like a movie in her mind. She remembered everything the alcohol, the drugs, the haze, the game, the truth, the pain and then the relief. After remembering each and every detail her shoulders sagged and she laid back down thinking what to do. She definitely had gotten attached to him last night. It was not just a one night stand but then what was it? She was too lost in her musings to notice that he was awake now too. Like her the hangover struck him too. He repeated the same process that she did and when he realized where he was and why, he got a little confused and kept mum thinking what to do next. Last night he spilled more than he should have but he did not regret it, what was bothering him was how to broach the subject or more importantly did she even want to go there again. He decided to step up to the plate and break the silence. He took a deep breath and said

"Good Morning"

It came out a little hoarse because of the hangover.

She was surprised that he was awake and calm considering everything that happened. She decided to go with the flow and see where the talk takes them

"Morning to you too"

Silence prevailed again. Both of them were confused as to what to say or how to act. She knew he was tensed as he was the one who opened up to her and let out his pent up feelings. She just kept her head on his chest and once again started drawing patterns along the scar. He just tangled his fingers in her hair and caressed them. Silence was getting heavier and tension in the room was so thick that it could be cut with a knife so easily. Suddenly she blurted out

"I never had the strength to do it"

"What?"He asked confused as he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Try Suicide you know"

"You don't have any reason"

"Oh! I have plenty trust me"

"Really?" His tone was curious.

"Well then maybe they are not good enough" he concluded as if he actually believed it.

"How do you know, you don't even know me or my life"

"Well are you going to tell me?"

"My parents disowned me"

Her reply shocked him as he hadn't predicted this. Yes he did saw pain swimming in her orbs yesterday but this was the reason he couldn't have guessed

"Why"

He whispered ever so gently so that she does not close up once again he wanted to know her, her pain. It was just this strong urge that he could not define.

"Because I wanted to be a Dancer and I did not love Shivam"

He chuckled a little at her random answer. It does not make any sense. Why would someone disown their daughter just because she wanted to be dancer or because she didn't love someone called Shivam? It was ridiculous.

"You've got to be kidding me". He scoffed because it sounded ridiculous to him.

"No I am not"

"It does not make any sense, tell me more"

Silence prevailed again. He was curious to know but somewhere he was scared that she might close up again. He knew she had miles high walls around her heart. He knew that all the alcohol and drugs were just a means to be someone, who is not vulnerable. He waited patiently for her to continue...