the hangover

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I hadn't realised how drunk I was that previous night, I had completely forgot about how many I had had. My mouth tasted of old vomit, I must have woken up during the night and spewed my guts out during the dark hours of the night.

I twirled out of bed, like usual to discover that the disgustingly hairy and hot body that touched me up last night had ceased to exist where it had just some 4 hours ago.

When I made an exit out of my bedroom I headed for the bathroom, my panic room for the next 3 weeks, I discovered something that stood out like a sore thumb. Medicine, specifically stomach medicine like the stuff that you would take as a child during flu season. There was a note written in messy handwriting, it read;
Good morning gorgeous
Hope you're feeling better you seemed unsettled last night.
Here's some medicine that should help.
~Chris

I was utterly gobsmacked first he starts feeling me up when he knew I was drunk and vulnerable and now this. I just don't understand that boy.

I trailed off downstairs after making myself more presentable, to find my Dad being all mushy with the annoyance of the household. I wanted to slap him and scream "pull yourself together" whenever he was around her he went all floppy like a rag dog ready to be commanded. It sickens me.

Feeling queasy I place some bread into the toast and set the timer for 3 minutes and during that time I would pour myself some apple juice and turn on the kettle. *ping* when the toast springs to life bursting out of the machine I bang the countertop making the toast land flat on the cutting board.
"Dont hit the house honey" said Dad. He. taught me that trick and now that Cinnamon is here I can't do it, she was turning him into a monster a monster of force obedience and I thought he knew better...

I walked across the room and apologised to Dad, sat and ate my toast, avoiding g Chris's eyes he knows I realised what he did to me, he must have hoped that I had forgotten or at least not remember because I was drunk. Oh did he think wrong...

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