"Georgia, get out of bed, now!" I winced as my mum shouted. My head hurt. A lot.
I couldn't remember anything about last night or how I'd managed to get home. I pulled the duvet over my head. I really didn't want to move, I just wanted to stay in the comfort of my bed all day until my banging headache had gone but I knew my mum wouldn't agree. Did she know what state I was in?
I took a deep breath in and managed to muster up some energy to get out of bed. I dragged myself over to my en suite to have a shower. I twisted the knob and water started to gush out of the shower head. I walked back into my room to get some fresh clothes, I was currently wearing the ones I'd worn out last night and they stunk of alcohol and smoke. I prayed in my mind that my mum just thought I was being lazy and that I didn't want to get out of bed; I didn't even want to think of what she might say or do if she knew what state I was in. She was used to me coming in late and having the odd hangover but I'd never come home in this state before. I was amazed that I'd even made it home.
I had a shower, making sure I washed every part of my body. I felt so dirty and the smell of alcohol and smoke made me want to be sick. I got of the shower, brushed my teeth, trying not to vomit then got changed into some slim tracksuit bottoms and a vest top. I semi blow dried my hair, just enough so it wasn't dripping; I couldn't be bothered with make up so I just walked downstairs to get some paracetamol for my head.
I took a gulp of water, trying not to let my gag reflex get the better of me. I didn't want any food, just the thought of it made me want to be sick. I sat at the island in the kitchen, taking regular sips of the water I'd poured earlier. I was so glad I hadn't driven to Cara's house last night, there was no way I could have gone and got my car in this state. That made me think, maybe Cara and Josh brought me home last night. I pulled my phone from my pocket and started to text Cara saying how rough I felt and had she brought me home last night.
Cara replied explaining how she only saw me once during the whole night and that she had no idea how I'd got home. I started replying to Cara saying I hoped she had a good night when I got a text off an unknown number. I pressed the message at the top of my phone screen.
'Remember to meet me at the park by Brighthall Street at 11:30 like we agreed last night.'
Brighthall Street? Like we agreed last night? They must have got the wrong number, I hadn't agreed to meet anyone last night. Then again, even if I had I wouldn't have remembered. I sat in the kitchen in silence, trying to work out what to do. I tried to think back to last night but all I could really remember was arriving at the party, the party itself and leaving was all a blur. I wasn't sure whether to just reply saying 'sorry, I think you must have the wrong number' or to risk going to meet this person. It was 10:30 now so I had to make my decision quick.
"Georgia, are you awake?" My mum shouted from her office. The pitch of her voice made my head hurt even more. That was my decision made. I wasn't staying around here all day, being stuck with my mum's annoying voice. I clicked on the message and started typing my reply.
'Okay.'
A sudden burst of excitement came over me. This was intriguing. It didn't occur to me that this person could be dangerous or they could have got the wrong number. I started to run up the stairs to get changed into something more 'public friendly'. I grabbed a pair of denim shorts out of my closet and a baggy tee. I dried the rest of my hair and applied a small amount of foundation and mascara to make myself look a little bit less like a zombie. I slid on a pair of Converse and put my hair up into a messy ponytail, I didn't have the time or patience to stand and straighten it. It was now 11:15 and it would take me about 15 minutes to walk to Brighthall Street.
I hurried back downstairs, my head pounding as I hit each step. I hope the paracetamol kicks in soon.
"Mum, I'm just popping out," I popped my head around the door frame to my mum's office so she could see me.
She looked up at me with a straight face. She didn't look happy with me; leaving the house was a lucky escape. "Okay, I'm going out later so I might not be in when you get back. Make sure you take your key,' She shifted her eyes towards my front door key that was on one of her shelves, I had a habit of leaving it in random places.
"Okay," I picked the key up then strolled out of the front door, slamming it behind me. I started the trek to Brighthall Street thinking about who this person might be. Was it a guy or a girl? What if I got in a fight with them last night and they wanted to finish off what we'd started? Random images started to flow through my head.
I arrived at the park to see someone sat on one of the swings. They had their back to me but they were wearing a black jacket, black skinny jeans and a beanie. I could tell it was a guy but was he the person who was waiting to meet up with me? He was sat on his phone. I lingered by the gate behind some trees thinking about what to do. My mum and dad had always warned me not to speak to strangers. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I'd got a text message.
'Are you coming or not? Don't mess me around.'
I swallowed hard. The person sat on the swing had just been on his phone, that was definitely the person texting me. I had to do this. If I didn't, he might start stalking me or get a group of his friends to beat me up. I placed my hands on the gate and pushed it open, it made a creaking sound. The stranger sat on the swing turned his head at the noise. Then I had a sudden flash back of last night. I'd seen this boy before.
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A/N - Sorry this is so short but I promise the next chapter will be longer.
