Moonlit Butterfly (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11~

~~~Chapter 11~~~

I slowly opened my eyes. The light was so bright I could hardly open them. My head hurt so bad it felt like someone was bashing my head in with a hammer. I couldn't move from my current spot on the sofa and felt like puking up a whole feast. I could see Nate lying on the ground with heaps of beer cans and bottles lounging around him.

I started to laugh because I saw he had a moustache drawn on this face and a penis on his nose. But, that wasn't a good idea because I felt like puking even more. It was so bad that I ran to the toilet and actually started vomiting up not-so-pretty stuff.

Halfway through puking, I felt hands grab my long as hair from my face and started to rub my back. I was still vomiting but it really soothed me to feel a hand rubbing my back. When I had almost done, I heard Connor's voice tell me to vomit it all up.

I had drunk way too much the night before. I couldn't remember a single thing and this was one hundred percent the worst hangover I had ever had. True, I hadn't had many but out of all the hangovers I had had, this was definitely the worst.

By then, I had already finished puking and was just sitting there, head over the toilet bowl because I couldn't get up. I felt a little better but still horrible.

Connor was trying to coax me into standing up but I just couldn't do it. My head was spinning around and around whilst banging. So, he just took my arm and carefully lifted me up without my help. He put my arm around his shoulders and paced to the sink. God, it was embarrassing. My head was lolling back and forth because I had no control over it. Connor then grabbed a small towel or facecloth that I had, dampened it and slowly wiped my face.

"You shouldn't have drunk so much. Look at you; you can't even walk by yourself. Put in mind that today is your last kickboxing class. How the actual hell are you going to do anything in these conditions, hm?" He said whilst tying back my hair into a pony-tail.

He was whispering because he probably had in mind my sensitive ears at that moment. Although he was whispering, I heard it as screaming and cringed.

He probably assumed that I couldn't walk upstairs by myself so he proceeded into carrying me all the way up to my room and laid me on my bed. I didn't want to make a fuss over this so I tried to shoo him away. Unfortunately, that came out something like: "Yghj cas lods me afgds new."

He sat on the edge of my bed and patted my leg. All of the sudden, the phone rang. It left me mortified and absolutely killed my ears. Connor ran over to my bed stand and picked up the phone with a "Hello?"

I could hear the other line. "Who's this? Oh my god. Don't tell me my daughters been fucking some guy while we're out on vacation," My father said followed by a slap that probably was my mum giving him punishment for his foul language.

Connor smiled. "No sir. This is Connor Krow."

A pause. "Jed's son? Rene, it's Jed and Elise's son, Connor."

"What?" I could hear my mother faint reply.

"Yeah. Connor Krow at our house with Linda."

"What the hell?"

"Rene, language please."

I could practically see my mother rolling her eyes. "Like you can talk. But...why is he there? I thought they you know, kind of disappeared. And we moved to another state. Oh god, what a coincidence."

"So, Connor," my dad's voice got louder, "what exactly are you doing in our house?"

"I'm just catching up with Belinda. My family had to fly right that afternoon because my grandmother had died; therefore, it was late and we couldn't do anything but leave straight away. I ran into Belinda a few days ago and knew it was her and vice-versa. So, we started talking and I made an offer to stay with her until you return...with Nate Diaz."