He woke up with a pounding headache and his vision spinning in circles.
DAMN HANGOVER. – he cursed inside his mind.
He sat from the couch he was at and instantly saw the empty bottle of whiskey lying on the floor. He covered his face with his hand, his elbow propped at his knee.
“That stubborn girl…” he said under gritted teeth.
He grabbed his hair, his eyes closed shut.
*bbbbb…
He quickly covered his mouth.
*bbbbb…
His vomit was raising from his stomach up to his chest… his mouth.
Standing up, he ran as fast as he could at the comfort room.
Good thing he chose to stay at his own place rather than spending the night at his parents’ house.
He knelt at the bathrooms floor, hugging tightly on the toilet.
*bwaaaaaaaaaaa
He puked. He himself was disgusted with his own vomit.
