Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"I can see us holdin' hands Walkin' on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sittin' in the grass, layin' side by side You can be my baby"
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It was as if a giant hammer slammed me upside the head and put me on a roller coaster of emotions, feelings . . . and fatigue. Yet the cloud underneath my sore body provides me with some sort of security and aid. I just can't get enough.
I nudge my head deeper into the cloud, letting it mentally whisk me away to a world where there is no pain, no loneliness, and absolutely no hangovers.
A noise from somewhere outside of my small utopia makes me open my eyes, but immediately shut them. The blinding sunlight stings my eyes. Groaning, I sit up and—rather slowly—flutter my eyes open once more. I give them a second or two to adjust to the light, then fully open them.
I didn't even have to look outside the window to know I was in Miguel's room, again. But that's the thing . . . when in my night did I see Miguel? Last night . . . LAST NIGHT.
I gasp and sprint to the bathroom. But just to my luck the door was locked. I cover my mouth and bang on the door. The bile in my throat slowly rising. The door flings open just in time to empty my stomach in the toilet. I reck of liquor and sweat. Could this get any worse?
"Shit!" I hear a deep, masculine voice yell at me through my heaves. A large hand rubs circles on my back while my knotted hair is pulled into a makeshift ponytail. I couldn't help but cry. I feel utterly humiliated at my lack of judgement and recollection. I made a fool of myself. Who was I to think I could actually have a fun night out? Half of which I don't remember, fully.
I give one final spit into the toilet bowl and sit on my haunches. The toilet flushes and the hands aiding me leave for a split second before they're back again. I turn around and whip my mouth.
Miguel holds out a glass of water and two tablets of aspirin. I take it, swallow it, then cry some more.
