The Art of Grieving

Chapter 3

I woke up with a groan as the bright sunlight streamed through the window. I rubbed my eyes and stretched. A rustle beside me startled me. I opened my eyes and saw my dog, Hotdog, staring at me with his big brown eyes.

I laughed and patted his head. He was my two-year-old pug that I rescued. He was the sweetest little guy.

I looked down at what I was wearing and realized I was literally wearing nothing besides the bra and panties I wore last night. Memories of last night started to come back and I groaned.

I can't believe I puked all over his car! And poked his butt!!

Noise came from the kitchen and I turned into attack mode. I grabbed an umbrella that was beside my bedroom door and slowly started to creep out.

My fridge was open, but I couldn't see who was behind the door.

"Close the fridge and nobody will get hurt," I slowly said.

The fridge door closed and Andrew appeared with pizza in his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at the umbrella and then smirked at what I was wearing. Or lack of.

A squeak came out of my mouth in surprise and I quickly grabbed a blanket to wrap around myself. Andrew chuckled lowly at me.

"I do have to say, red looks good on you," he mocked.

My cheeks turned as red as my underwear.

"Fucker," I mumbled under my breath. "Why are you even here?"

Andrew took a big bite of my pizza and I waited impatiently as he chewed it really slowly and then swallowed.

"I didn't want to go to jail for murder if they found you dead from choking on your own vomit." He explained.

I flinched at that. "Sorry about your car." I sheepishly said.

Andrew finished off the pizza and wiped his hands on his pants. He grabbed his keys from the island.

"I take cash," he simply said as he started walking out the door.

"Pardon?" I asked, completely confused.

Andrew stopped at the door and turned to me, a smirk on his face. "I'll take cash to get my car cleaned from your wretched vomit."

I glared at him. "I am not paying for your stupid car. Your the one that offered to drive me."

He cocked his head. "You're the one that tried to prove to me that you can handle you're liquor."

Okay, that one got me.

"I most certainly did not," I lied.

Andrew laughed. "You're a horrible liar."

He then walked out of the door and it slammed as I cringed at how embarrassing my life is.

**

I stepped out of the shower and wiped the fog from the mirror. I had called Betty and told her I was going to be late to work. She was completely okay with it.

I wrapped a towel around my body and brushed out my wet hair. I stepped into some jeans and a sweatshirt. I didn't have any deliveries to do today so I didn't need to look nice.

I brushed my teeth for the third time, my mouth still tasted like vomit, and walked out to my kitchen.

I grabbed an apple and my keys and walked out of the apartment and to my car.

My phone buzzed as I got into my car and I noticed Ella was calling me.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.