The Path to Love

Chapter 12

I woke up, groggily. it felt like a bullet had gone through my head, it was pounding. And I desperately felt like I had to vomit. "Fuck," I hissed. I vaguely became aware of my senses. I was in my own bed, which was good. I had no recollection of last night, after the seventh shot. Everything else was blank. Fuck. I haven't been this hungover in a long time.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I mumbled. I racked my brain to try and recover any memories from last night, but nothing came to my mind. Fuck. It was a blank slate, there were no memories in my brain after the seventh shot. How many shots did we take?

Vodka, the hard booze. The one that causes the worst decisions to be made. God dammit.

I stood up and got out of bed, not giving myself time to adjust to the hangover. Instantly regretting it because it made me extremely dizzy and nauseous. I sat on the edge of my bed, I was freezing. When I looked down to see what I was wearing, I was naked. "Shit, shit, shit." I quickly put on a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt and looked around the room to see if I could remember anything. Nothing came to my mind.

Sam was in the bed. I looked under the covers, she was naked as well. I quickly and gently placed the covers back down. I shouldn't have looked. I kind of knew we did something after seeing my naked body. Seeing her body, just made it true. We had sex. We fucked last night. Shit. I looked around the floor again and that's when I noticed her clothes and mine were thrown about all over the floor. I picked mine up and put them in the hamper, to make it look less suspicious. How did we end up going from drinking, to sleeping together?

The feeling of wanting to vomit hit me full force. This day is going to be pure hell. The bathroom was literally going to be my constant companion today. I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts up. "Gross," I mumbled. On top of an excruciating headache and now vomiting, I now had to accept the fact that I slept with my best friend.

I knew drinking was a bad idea. I said it was a bad idea, time and again. Fuck.

I flushed the toilet and got up. I brushed my teeth, to get rid of the taste of vomit. I needed something greasy. After I was done brushing my teeth, I went downstairs to make eggs and bacon.

I made enough eggs and bacon for Sam and myself. I sat at the island eating, waiting for her to get up. I'm not really one hundred percent sure we slept together, because I can't remember, but we were both naked. So, it's safe to assume we had sex. So, I'm about ninety percent sure we did it.

I hope to fuck this doesn't ruin our relationship. How did I convince Sam to sleep with me? It's not like she would have initiated it. Fuck. Did I take advantage of her? Oh, no. No, no, no. Fuck.

I was so deep in thought; I didn't even realize she had entered the room until I heard her pull out the stool for her to sit. "I have a killer headache," she mumbled.

"Here, bacon and eggs should help with that." I replied, sliding the plate of food over to her.

"Oh, this is heavenly," she groaned, biting into a piece of bacon. "Thank-you so much." She mumbled, with her mouth full.

"No problem," I replied, smirking at her. How can I be acting so normal with her? Like I didn't know what I suspected happened between us. Am I that good of a liar? Granted I have been lying to her for a few years now. Not about stuff like this though, I never lie about who I sleep with. What am I doing? I groaned into my palms.

"Are you alright?" She asked me, looking over at me.

"Just hungover," I replied.

"So, do you remember what happened last night?" She asked me.

"Nope, I don't remember anything after the seventh shot." Technically, I wasn't lying, because I don't have the memory of us sleeping together.

"My mind is blank after the fourth," she mumbled.

"I'd like to say it comes back with time, but it's different for everyone. Sometimes the memories come back and sometimes it doesn't."

"Great."

"If your memory comes back, come talk to me. Okay?" I told her. I don't want her to think I took advantage of her, that's not what I planned to do, at all. I knew it was a bad idea to drink. This time, I was right. Ha. That's ironic, the fact that the one time I'm right, it's because I slept with my best friend. Fuck.

"Why? Do you think something bad happened?" She asked me, like she suspected we slept together. She woke up naked too, so she probably suspects something.

"No." I replied, a little to quickly. "It was your first time drinking and I want to hear about your experiences, if you get to remember them." I laughed.

"I'm sure we had a great time. As for remembering, I have an exceptional memory. I'll remember."

"I'm sure we did too, and I'm sure you'll remember." I mumbled.

We fucked, and I was keeping my suspicions away from her. I can't remember anything about it. Did I use a condom? I can't remember if it was good or not, if I satisfied her. I can't remember if we both wanted it, if it was consensual. I can't remember anything about the experience of sleeping with my best friend.

I'm not going to tell her any of that though. I just sat there, silently eating my food. I was trying to think of what happened last night, but nothing came to my mind.

This was going to come back and bite me in the ass. I knew that. I just hoped if I remembered the experience, she asked me to have sex.

Fuck.