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Chapter 19

Cheryl’s POV

1 August, Sunday

I am woken up by Emma’s, Nessa’s and Izaac’s laughters in Vanessa’s room. My head is heavy on my neck I feel like it’s a battle to even turn it. I groan in pain.

‘Look at you puking all over the place. Oh look here is my favourite part. Jordan had a blackout and just slept flat on the floor. Look at Cheryl dancing like a lunatic!’

Emma is having a blast with last night’s videos.

‘Oh hey sleepy pants. How you feeling?’ Izaac says with a grin. I massage my head.

‘I feel like I am dying’ I reply and he laughs calmly.

‘Tell me about it. I am battling to open my eyes. Let alone move any muscle of my body’ Vanessa says and Emma laughs at us.

‘If I could just get meat with some hot sauce’ I say while trying to get up but experiencing an epic fail.

‘And an orange flavoured soda’ Nessa groans. Izaac and Emma just laugh at us.

‘Where is Jay and Jordan?’ I ask, slightly opening my eyes.

‘In your room. They cant get up’ Emma says.

‘Izaac go wake up them up. Your dad is furious and he has been ordering us to get home  asap! I will go help Aunt Eve with breakfast to show her that we are sorry because fuck she is really mad at us’ she says and gets out of bed.

Shit! Hell is sure going to break lose.

‘Emma , who was that guy anyway? He looked loaded’ Vanessa asks.

‘Oh he is. He is a business tycoon at the age of twenty five’ she says in a cheery, but cunning tone.

‘You didn’t sleep with him did you?’ Izaac asks with a serious face. I look at Emma in await for her response.

‘I suck pockets not dick’ she says and flips her hair with sass and exits the room.

‘How are we family again?’ I ask and Izaac laughs. He throws us with a continental pillow before leaving the room.

‘Ouucchhh’ I cry.

‘Fuck off dude’ Nessa says in annoyance and Izaac just laughs obnoxiously.

‘What do you remember from last night?’ I ask Nessa laughing.

‘Nothing much and I am hoping it stays that way’ she says and I laugh harder but my headache intensifies.

‘I am pissing my pants at the thought of how angry mom is at us’ I honestly say.

‘We are basically dead’ she says in a chilled manner. How can she keep calm. Or maybe alcohol hasn’t completely flushed out of her system yet.

‘For sure’ I reply. My phone rings and it reads Grumpy on the call log. I groan and run my fingers through my hair. Why is he calling so early in the morning?