Back to you || Rye Beaumont

03 ▪ "You like seeing me suffer, don't you?"

Groaning I walk into the kitchen the next morning at around 8 am. I'm never able to sleep for long when I went out drinking before, but I never have a bad hangover either.
I don't really have headaches or anything, but I'm tired though.

"Well, good morning to you too" Rye chuckles as my eyes settle on him, having him make some tea as I slip into a seat by the kitchen isle.

"Morning" a yawn leaves my lips as I lean my chin into my hand.

"How are you doing? You were quite drunk last night" He quirks an eyebrow, letting the water boil as he makes his way towards me, sitting down next to me.

"I wasn't that drunk" rolling my eyes, I appreciate that everything seems fine between the two of us.

"You we're giggling the whole way towards your room and I'm pretty sure you dropped your phone twice on your way" Rye points out, my eyes rolling yet again as I decide not to argue with him.

"I'm doing okay though. A little tired but that's it" I shrug, though there is a weird feeling lingering in my stomach, but I blame it on not eating much the day before.

Oh how wrong I was.

"I though it wasn't that bad" Rye's soft voice sounds in my ears as I close my eyes exhausted, leaning on the seat of the toilet.

"I guess I was wrong" I mutter groggily, his hand rubbing circles on my back as I slightly lean back into him, not too far from the toilet though.
"I'm never drinking again" groaning, I open my eyes, my stomach feeling a little better now.

"We both know that's a lie" Rye chuckles quietly, a sigh leaving my lips.

"No, this time I might actually pull through with it" I shake my head, positioning myself closer to the opened toilet, my tummy complaining again.
"I think I'm gonna puke again, you can leave".

"No, it's alright, I'm here to help you"

"No, it's embarr-" but I'm too late as my body contracts and the sweat starts slipping down my forehead, my eyes closed again, both in exhaustion and embarrassment.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, your body is just telling you that what you did last night wasn't healthy. We all need to go through this at some point" Ryan tries to reason as I fall into his chest, exhausted but feeling a lot better stomach wise, not worried about throwing up any time soon.

"Alright, I understood. Can my body shut up now?" Tears are rolling down my cheek. I don't know why but I guess I'm so exhausted that my body doesn't know what to do.

"I don't think that's how it works" He chuckles quietly, his arms loosely around me as we sit on the bathroom floor, his hands calmingly drawing nonsense on my skin.

"Is she okay?" A quiet voice, lingering with concern asks from our right, but I'm too tired to look who it is, though I assume it's Brook.

"Yeah. She drank too much last night" Rye informs him as I groan, pushing out of his embrace and crawling back towards the toilet, my stomach feeling weird again, though it's not as bad as the two times before.

"And I'm never drinking again" I point out, leaning up against the toilet seat, hunched over the toilet anticipating a new wave to come, even though I'm not completely sure there will be another one.

"Do you mind taking over for a second? I'll get her bed ready and puke proof for her" Rye seems to have turned towards Brook as his voice became more quiet.

"No, of course I don't mind" Brook is quick to answer as I hear some shuffling behind me, a hand soon placed on my back as I groan again.

"I hate this"