How to be Visible

Chapter 21

It so happened that a good Samaritan was passing me by and this good human assisted me to carry my passed out best friend to my car.

After dropping jess on the floor of her parents living room, I drove home, made a beeline for my room specifically my bed and I climbed the bed and drifted into serious sleep mode.

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The next day, I was extremely hungover. It was terrible. Very terrible. The pain was so extreme and to top it off, I had cramps that morning. It was extremely painful. Note how many times I used extreme in the last sentences. That's how extreme it was!

One thing I learnt, never take alcohol even though your best friend swears on her life that you would not get a hangover.

I squeezed my eyes shut and hit my head three times. Maybe it would send a signal to whatever mariachi band that was in my head that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and that they were never welcome.

The only signal hitting my head sent was the kind that increased the headache. My head and abdomen ached seriously. I decided to stay put and not move at all.

Knock knock knock.

"Yes, come in!" I called out to the person at the door.

"Good mor-  What have you done to your hair!? Why are you still in bed? Its Sunday morning." My mother shrieked immediately she saw me.

Oh yeah, she wasn't around to see the makeover. I totally forgot.

Nah, I didn't.

"Ow!! My head hurts." I winced and went lower into the blankets.

"Young lady, what is going on here. You better start talking if you don't want to carry the same hairstyle as your late uncle Sam. Let me remind you that there was no hair on his head and I can make that possible right now." She folded her arms and tapped her feet.

"Good morning mum. Its nothing big. Just a little makeover for the eighteen year old me." I managed a smile.

She came closer and placed the back of her palm on my forehead and neck.

"Oh my, you're temperature has gone up. You're coming down with a fever. How bad is the pain?" She asked, concern etched perfectly on her flawless face.

"Serious headache and cramps. Level 10." I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Maybe the pain would recede.

I heard my mum's footsteps leave the room and I heard her voice call out to my dad.

Yup, I wasn't going to church and she was staying with me to take care of me.

I pulled my covers up to my neck and then I fell into a deep sleep.

"Rita honey, wake up. I made you some tea." My mum tapped me on my shoulder, slowly pulling me into consciousness.

"Mum what time is it?" I croaked as I sat upright, collecting the cup of tea from her hand.

"Its eight in the evening. You've overslept." She smiled and patted my hair. She sat down on the bed, making it dip a little.

"Thank you for staying with me and bringing me tasty tea." I gave her a big smile.

"Of course. If don't take care of you, who will?" She looked away from me and looked around the room.

"Looks like someone did some shopping. We are serious about this eighteen year old makeover, aren't we?" She raised an eyebrow up with a smirk.

"Oh yeah, I went with Jessica and Delphine." I quickly took a sip from the tea mug.

"Is anything bothering you dear?" She faced me and held my gaze.