Don't say that you love me

Monday Morning

Stevie felt like she was underwater her body felt heavy, cold and her head was throbbing. Her neck also sore because she realised she had clearly passed out and slept awkwardly, she felt achy and flu-like, waves of nausea making themselves more present as she struggled to open her weary eyelids. She forced them open and her vision was blurred, the room was dark but the small golden rays of sunbeams still attacked her sensitive eyes and caused her to cringe and rub them. 

She groaned as she slowly sat up in what she realised was a bed, rubbing her sore eyes more and feeling her makeup, well what was left of it, smear onto her hands and she exhaled heavily, inhaling the stale smell off marijuana, cigarette smoke and vodka, whiskey or some alcoholic beverage.  Every smell made her nausea rise and her nose felt all clogged up and sore, which she knew was probably from the amount of cocaine she must have snorted.

She couldn't recall hardly anything, her mind was foggy and felt exhausted still like she hadn't slept for days, she was also feeling sensitive everywhere, clear signs of a massive hangover and downer. She squinted her dry eyes open more and glanced about the room, feeling half dazed, then her heart almost felt like it was about to stop beating as she saw Mick's unmistakable sleeping face beside her and panic flooded her as she looked down at herself and realised she was stark naked "Fuck!" She muttered and lifted the sheet up and cringed as she saw Mick naked too and she felt even more nauseous, because she couldn't recall anything.

She slowly slipped out of the bed and unsteadily stood, she felt tenderness between her legs and realised they must have had sex, a million thoughts flooded her mind, the first one being Lindsey, then what about Jenny, were they safe, how, why, when, how many times? She felt sicker by the second and ran into the ensuite soon emptying her stomach into the porcelain throne.   

Mick grumbled as he heard the whole ruckus in the bathroom and blinked himself awake as he sat and yawned.  He sighed rubbing his aching head and then, he then glanced beside him and seen the bed had been slept in and he heard the noises coming from the bathroom and realised whoever he spent the night with was clearly vomiting in his bathroom.  He got up out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, then he had to double take as he seen the petite golden haired blonde bent over his toilet, violently ill and he instantly knew it was Stevie, oh god, he fucked his own bandmate and his one of his best friend's girlfriends. He felt terrible but was so worried about her. 

He pulled Jenny's silken dressing gown off the wall and draped it around naked Stevie's back and shoulders and she was now shaking and just dry retching "Come on love, its all out!" He soothed and gently pulled her away from the toilet feeling odd at first, he was naked, so was she and the romantic feelings, well he didn't feel them. He just felt concern and love for her like a very close friend, not a lover and it was odd how the lines had blurred and they had sex the previous hazy night and he struggled to recall much, as did she.  

Stevie clutched at the slippery fabric, her hands trembling and she stared at the wall, fumbling about as she slipped into the light fabric. "Thanks!" she muttered, turning around to escapes her vomit as she flushed the toilet and gulped as she saw Mick, standing their naked, also his member and she was surprised at how big he was and understood more why she felt so tender inside still and she mentally cringed, hoping maybe he just had finger banged her too rough, she didn't want to ask what they did and didn't do, it was obvious and she had no idea how they ended up in bed together or how to act now "Sorry about it all!" She stammered and grabbed a tissue to clean her mouth with.

"Its ok, are you alright?" Mick said softly, resting his hand on her shoulder and she nodded.

"Hungover!" She replied.

"I have some aspirin and some Quaaludes, they help me a lot, want some?" He asked gently, feeling bad seeing her like this.

"I will, I just need a line, do you have a gram to spare?" She asked back, needing to numb her body, mind and soul, she was so disgusted in herself, this felt like her fling with Don all over again, she was just grateful Mick was being so considerate, the only thing that annoyed her was him stood naked in front of her, he had no shame and she now realised why he did the balls joke for so long, he was proud of his own and she felt like she had cheated on Lindsey, even if they weren't together, then she remembered, Carol Ann was pregnant, that was the reason why she went off with Mick.

"Sure, wait there!" Mick muttered and hurried off while Stevie's head spun and she leant against the door frame.  She felt like she had hit rock bottom, waking and barely recalling anything, the night coming back to her in jumbled pieces and then trying to put them together in a drunken haze like a puzzle that still was missing parts "Here!" Mick said gently suddenly in front of her with a small mirror that had a few skinny lines of cocaine laid out on it and he passed her a rolled up hundred dollar bill.  She took both and soon had eagerly snorted all the lines wanting to feel numb, high and dazed "Some were meant for me!" Mick laughed, taking the mirror that now only had small remnants of white dust on it and he broke Stevie's thoughts abruptly as she was bought back to reality.

"Sorry, you should have asked!" Stevie smiled shyly.

"I have heaps but I also found a glass of water beside the bed and got out an aspirin and a Quaalude for you, I am gonna try to catch some more winks before we record later.  Its only a Monday and we always start late!" Mick smiled feeling a little awkward and hoping if they slept things would be better later or it wasn't real.

"I should be getting home!" Stevie sighed, sliding the palm of her hand across her aching forehead. 

"Stevie, you are barely awake, lets sleep it off!" Mick chuckled and led her back to the bed.

"Fine!" She groaned, laying back down and then they both took the aspirins and Quaaludes. She tried to do her pill taking discreet and out of Mick's view while Mick was just quick and done before he slipped back under the warm blankets.

Stevie soon felt the rush of drowsiness hit her and she was curled up and thinking of her past and then mainly worrying where Lindsey had gone.   Even after a night with Mick, she still couldn't stop thinking of Lindsey and where he had lurked off to but anyway, she still felt abandoned "Get some sleep!" Mick yawned and rolled over, glad to be so high still.

Stevie then exhaled deeply thinking it was a dream too as she fell asleep first. Mick was shocked to hear her louder breathing and he noticed she was sleeping as he rolled back over to the face the tiny singer.   He wasn't shocked how the pills knocked her out quicker than himself.  He knew she was beautiful, gorgeous and well everything a man would want, but he felt bad like he took advantage and he couldn't remember the night, but he felt bad that he had slept with Lindsey, his bandmate's ex-girlfriend and he let out a heavy sigh as he sank back down into the bed.