Right infront of her

My Restaurant

Chapter 9 - My Restaurant

Waking up I wasn't in my home.

I recognized the dim blue guest room of Darla's house.

I could see the sun shining through the curtains.

As soon as I realized my whereabouts the gross taste appeared in my mouth and last night flashed back in my mind.

Marissa and his long hair, shots, terrible dancing, more drinks, and then the bartender.

The Bartender.

The sexy psychic Bartender.

The kisses we shared....

The places his hands went.....

My reminiscent smile turned to a frown when my stomach turned and I was running for the toliet.

Running across the hall to the bathroom, flicking on the light and crouching in front of the toilet and throwing up the last remaining contents of my stomach.

As I was puking I heard little footsteps trail into the bathroom.

Christopher.

"MOM! Hurry! Auntie Trisha is sick!" I heard her son yell.

I stopped throwing up to look at him, my head throbbing from the light.

Killer hangover.

Wait, where is my hair?

My hands flew to my head.

I took a calming breath.

Darla AKA the best person ever put my hair in a bun.

I heard laughter.

Darla was their holding her daughter Eva.

"Yes sleepy, I knew you'd be sick, I put your hair up." Darla told me.

I rolled my eyes at my stupidity.

I went to the sink and grabbed my toothbrush.

Yeah I have a toothbrush here, why wouldn't I?

"Breakfast is downstairs I'm going to warm it up." She told me walking away.

I finished brushing my teeth and noticed I still had on this red dress.

I went into darla's room invaded her closet and pulled out some sweats and a regular shirt.

I changed and went to get breakfast.

Maybe food will help numb the dull throb of my headache.

Walking down the steps Mitchell was looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Don't speak." I told him.

I know he was about to make fun of me for something.

Mitchell is the devil himself.

"I like the bartenderrrr." He sang the infamous song by the rapper T-pain.

I started blushing furiously.

"Hey fuck you!" I told him walking past him to the kitchen.

"Leave her alone Mitch!" Darla called from the kitchen.

Mitchell followed.

I took a seat at the table.

"So do you remember his name? Mitchell said taking the seat next me."

I thought about it.

His name was like Clint...

Or was it Chad?