Natasha: Trust Issues

Chapter Four.

November 03 2012.

"Christ, Tashy, I hope you've learnt your lesson! What a way to spend a Saturday morning."

"Yeah, I ha-" I was doubled over the toilet bowel, throwing up everything I had consumed in the last twelve hours. I had failed to realize the effects of which intoxication had on the body. Especially on those too young to drink.

Lucille pat my back "Ssh, honey. Just get it all out your system. You'll feel a little better."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drin-" I couldn't even finish my sentence without heaving. I had bile coming out through my mouth and some even my nose. I felt like complete and utter crap.

I swore I would never, ever drink alcohol again!

-

I didn't even remember walking out the bathroom and getting into my bed. But somehow I was transported into it.

I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted by sheer darkness, I must've dozed off because when I checked my bedside clock it read 18:15. I was feeling better by now, and things started coming back to me.

Things such as last night.

I searched for my cellular device in the darkness and found it on the table beside the bed. I had several text messages and a couple phone calls from Rajani and even Nathan.

Without me even realizing, I had already dialed Rajani's number. She picked up.

"Tash! I've been trying to get at you all day. What happened to you?"

"I beg you shut up you dirty slosh."

"What the Hell, Tash?"

"Don't act all surprised. You're nothing but a slag. I know what you did last night, don't try act like nothing happened."

She sighed deeply over the line.

"Listen. Last night was messy. I'd rather not talk about it over the phone."

"Yeah, like how you fucked my man" I hissed back.

"What on earth are you talking about, Natasha?"

"I was looking for you last night, but I couldn't find you. So I called your phone and I heard you getting rammed and screaming out Nathan's name."

She sighed again.

"It wasn't Nathan... Look things happened between me and some boy in year eleven. Then Nathan walked in. I..I.."

"Oh.. Raj-"

"Listen. I have to go, I'm grounded and my dad wants to take my phone. See you at school."

She hung up.

So it wasn't Nathan she was with. I was so wrong. How in hell did she end up with a year eleven boy...

The more questions I asked myself the more my head began to start aching.

-

Later on that night, I had sobered up completely and attempted to complete some of my English assignments. Me being my usual absent-minded self, had given up half an hour into the commitment and logged on to Facebook to pass time.

"Eurgh" I said to myself as I scrolled through the friend requests. Seventy-five percent of the time I was sent requests by people I didn't even know; and the occasional Nigerian con artist trying to use the inter-web as a gateway to an easy British passport.