Discovery(Completed ✅)

Blame it on the Alcohol

Sun poured in through the slits of the blinds. Raven cracked one eye open slightly .She lifted her head .Pain seared through her head like a knife and the room spun. Waves of nausea took over. She felt her stomach lurch. She had to get to the bathroom or at least find a trashcan or bucket. Too late as soon as she stood up she began to gag and out came everything that she had consumed in the last twelve hours. All over her rug, clothes and sofa .Sonofabitch she swore .Steadying herself again on the sofa before her stomach wretched again she hugged herself praying that this feeling would stop. She felt like death. Her throat, raw felt as if she had eaten steel wool that had been on fire. She willed the room to stop spinning. The shrill sound of her phone ringing cut through the silence in the room. She looked at the screen seeing Michelle's name on it "Great now you call me back" she glared at her phone as if she wanted to smash it into a million pieces. The phone buzzed with a voice mail waiting. "Fuck you" she mumbled "You can wait now "She shook her head like Michelle was gonna hear that. Huge mistake! The room spun and she wretched forward. The contents of her stomach which wasn't much spilled all over her floor again. Sitting back she resigned herself to just staying where she was until the way she felt subsided.

She must have fallen asleep. She was startled awake by the buzzing of her phone again. "Who... the.... fuck?" she mumbled. She didn't recognize the name or the number. How much did she have exactly last night that she had an unrecognized number stored in her phone? She wondered .Picking up her phone she seen a text waiting from said number.

Are you ok? 

Who is this?

Her phone vibrated. "The fuck off asshole. Are you ok? "

"I'm ok" she pressed send

Wait how'd he get her number? And what would he care if she's ok or not .She wondered

"How'd you get this number and what do you care if I'm ok or not?" send

Her phone buzzed "You were pretty blitzed last night you weren't able to drive home so I drove you home and helped you get in. and left"

"How did you know where I live? Stalking me or something?" Send

Phone buzzed "NO you told me DUH

"I don't even know you why would I tell you" send

Buzz.... "Because you got stupidly fucked up and couldn't drive "

She sat here for a minute "And you helped me in and left? Send

Buzz "I'm not a rapist .Hope you feel better "

Maybe this is what death felt like .She hoped it would go away. Willed herself to be able to get up off the sofa .She stunk of cigarette smoke, booze sweat and vomit a wretched combination. She needed a shower badly .It's now or never had she thought to herself. She forced herself to stand. Stopping for a second to gain her equilibrium she waited .So far so good .No room spinning no urge to vomit. She slowly made her way to the bathroom. Turning the water on she got a fresh towel and clean clothes .Discarding what she had on she stepped into the shower. Letting the jets run over her body for a few minutes she began to feel better. She finished her shower changed and brushed her teeth before exiting the bathroom. Now to face the mess .She walked into the living room. Glancing around she realized her coffee table was missing. Confused she picked up her phone.

What happened to my coffee table? Send

Buzz .It um got in your way last night I guess.

What do you mean got in my way? Send