Shattered But Not Broken

Chapter 19

I woke up and automatically didn't feel well. I hurried to the bathroom and knelt over the toilet. I threw up a couple times and Richie ran into the bathroom. I think he knew what was happening and pulled back my hair so it was out of my face. I threw up another time and just stayed there, not knowing what to do. I knelt there for another minute and then Richie helped me to my feet.

"Come on Jessica, you should probably get some rest. I think you have a hangover," he sighed. "You should just take it easy today. I'll go get you some water and that should help with your stomach a little," he said walking me back to my bedroom.

I nodded my head and slowly got into the sheets on my bed. "What if your mom asks what's wrong?"

He paused for a second and I could tell that he was thinking of an answer. "I'll just tell her that you think you ate something bad and you don't feel well."

"Okay," I said, feeling a little guilty for lying.

He kissed my forehead then left my room. He came back a couple minutes later glass of water. I drank the whole glass pretty quickly.

Richie stared at me. "Wow, thirsty much?"

"Yeah, I guess. My throat was really dry," I responded, feeling better... sorta.

"Do you think you'll be okay?" he asked.

"I think so."

He took the glass out of my hands. "I'm going to go down and get you more water and some breakfast."

I stopped him. "I'm not hungry."

"Jessica, you need to get food in your system. It'll help with your stomach ache a little and it will help the hangover go away quicker."

"And how do you know that?"

He looked at me with a straight face. "Because I pay attention in school and we learned that during the alcohol unit in health class."

I laid down my head. "Yeah, well, I'm not hungry right now and my head is pounding. I just need some rest and then I'll get food later when I am hungry."

"Okay," he backed off. "But you won't be getting any of my mom's famous pancakes," he teased.

I did love his mother's pancakes and I wish I was in the mood to eat some, but I wasn't and I was tired. "Maybe next time," I said, shrugging it off.

When he left my room, I turned to my side and my eyelids felt heavy, so I closed them.