Just Let Go

Hudson - present day

Hudson - Present day

What the actual pissing fuck.....where the fuck am I? I open my eyes only to find my head stuck in something dark that smelt like a stray dog. I pull my throbbing head up to scan my surroundings. I'm sprawled across a too small a sofa in an even tinier living room. I kick the bin out of the way, which I now realise is filled with the evidence of my guilt from yesterday and probably the past 3 fucking years. I'm fully clothed, so clearly I didn't get laid, and for once that is not a fucking issue. I stretch a little but my stomach muscles are clearly not awake yet, as I do I see a note on the coffee table with two pills next to it,

Professor Pisshead

Take these paracetamols and help yourself to a NON

alcoholic beverage from the kitchen, don't touch the

pancakes in the fridge unless food poisoning is your

thing. Feel free to empty the bin your head spent

the majority of the night in...

in fact, definitely empty it!

D

I could tell from the sarcastic name exactly who's house I was in..but how the ever loving fuck did I get here? Last thing I remember was checking my shit into a hotel after the cemetery and popping to the bar for a drink, well after I'd done half the bottle of bourbon. It had been a year and a half since I'd been this fucking wasted..why did I let slip? Fuck...This is fuckin horrific. I find the kitchen quickly seen as this place is no bigger than a fuckin rabbit hutch and open the fridge, please god be some OJ...sure as shit it sat there on the top shelf, next to the toxic pancakes. I sipped it down with the tablets and shut the fridge door, turned to leave when a fist came flying directly on my chin..and then another.

"Where the fuck is she you sack of shit!!!?? DARCY!!??"