Heartbreaker BOOK 2 after irresistible #COMPLETED

Chapter 33- Cursed

Maybe I was cursed with my love life and happiness because whenever things seemed to start getting better I get a slap in the face by life itself telling me nope 'Sike... Bitch you thought' , I almost laughed at how fucked up my life was. I felt like an emotional hurricane and being this drunk wouldn't help anyone. I tried to navigate my way to the bathroom finally managing to find it I locked the door and sit on the stall to pee. I finish and wash myself pulling up my knickers and walking up to the sink to wash my hands.

I feel my frustration building up the anger waiting to explode like an active volcano showering it's lava in anger burning anything in it's way. I'm drunk but I'm thinking, I'm thinking I need to take a deep breath. Even when all I want to do is cry and shout and throw a tantrum like a little toddler. I stare myself down at the mirror, smoothing down my hair and reapplying my lipstick. I take another deep breath. Even though I want to vent and let it all out but for some reason I'm just shocked and speechless. At the same time Im not speechless but I don't want to say anything that would be cruel to anyone because when the moment and anger is over there's still loads of damage done. I want to unsee things, turn off the emotion button and not care but I'm better than that, aren't i?

With all these things trying to cause me destruction it's making my head pound harder. It makes me have this bitter sick feeling in my throat and before I know it I've rushed to the toilet stall and start throwing up chunks of food and every content I had ingested that day. Throwing up like I was somewhat purging myself, all the hurt, the anger and confusion, pouring themselves out in disgusting chunks of chyme.

Until blackness finally took me over.

***

I woke up my head felt like its skull would be cracked open any second now, I groaned out in pain, the hangover had given me a good morning slap to the face as I tried to cover myself with the blanket. The lights were to bright, my ears were ringing and the smell of all the alcohol which was so intoxicating last night, now added to my nauseous feeling this morning, with a smell of puke lingering in the air. I was honestly trying not to gag under the blanket but i felt more contents about to be released out of my esophagus so I pulled my head out trying to reach for the bin next me but it was to late and there on the ground and bed lay a pool of my vomit.

Ergh I groaned. This was the worst day ever, well second worst day ever...

I felt so dehydrated added with a mixture of constant nausea and misery. I felt any head being drilled open the pain was unbearable and my throat now felt like I had swallowed sandpaper.

This was by far my worst hangover, party hard and learn the hard way the next day.

I was trying to replay what had happened yesterday. Trying to distinguish from fantasy and reality. I remember playing beer pong and winning, dancing the night away with Damien and having the urge to kiss him. I remember over drinking knowing I'd regret everything in the morning. However, there's fractions of pierces in my mind that seemed to be blank, I can feel in the pit of my stomach I'm missing something out and this dreading feeling that somethings off tells me it's not good.

Maybe it was the pool of puke I lay in.

What was it? What had happened last night after me and Damien had danced? - and also, whose bed was I in? Seriously, why was I always in a different beds each night, it was getting ridiculous.

"Good morning sleepy head", a voice said as I looked up to see Damien scrunching his nose.

"It is not a good morning", my voice was cracked I was so thirsty.

"Well that's what you get for partying so damn hard", he chuckled handing me some orange juice and aspirin.

"Drink up", he said grinning.

I croaked out a thanks as I gulped down the drink.

"What even happened? - and where are we?", I asked.

"I'll answer your questions but for now, go shower I left you a towel on the chair", he nodded his head pointedly as the chair before continuing, "You stink", he said scrunching his nose up again shaking his head.

I groaned one more time grabbing the pillow and shoving it into my face. All i wanted was the pain to go away.

I guess a nice warm shower would improve my condition, hopefully.