© Amber Kalkes 2015
Song: "Colorblind" By Counting Crows
Chapter Twenty-One: The Morning Aftermath
I let out a sharp gasp as my body shoots up into a sitting position. I clutch my chest, my heart beating triple speed against my palm as I feel a thin sheen of sweat cover my body. I feel tears trickle down my eyes but I don’t know why their there. I can’t remember the dream I just had or why it scared me as much as it did but I can’t shake the feeling it wasn’t something pleasant.
My eyes look around the room frantically looking for something familiar, hoping it’ll calm be down before landing on the guitar case in the corner. I’m in Lou’s room. I’m in his bed and I’m safe. A sudden pain pierces through my brief relief though as I clutch my head. Oh my god my brain has turned against me and is now trying to kill me. There is no other explanation.
“Hey, you okay?”
I open an eye while still clutching my head to see Lou coming towards the bed. He’s shirtless and only dressed in a pair of sweatpants as he looks at me in concern. If I wasn’t currently under an assassination attempt right now I could appreciate that but at the moment I just store it for future reference. I can drool over him later.
“Headache?” He asks.
I nod as I clench my teeth so I don’t make a noise. I really don’t want to make anyone worry more than they have to. After all it is just a hangover. I shouldn’t have drank so much. Well actually I don’t remember how much I drank. I remember getting to the party. I remember talking to tommy but that’s even a bit blurry and then I remember drinking something nasty from a red cup.
Yeah, that’s about it. Everything else is just a blank space.
“Here” Lou says suddenly holding a cup of water and some Advil in his hand. “Drink the water slowly, okay?”
I nod as I lower my hand and take the cup from him. My hand shakes as I take it. Lou has to keep his fingers underneath it to keep me from spilling it as I tip it back. I toss back the two red round pills. I try to ignore the churn in my stomach from the feel of them sliding down my throat. Ugh, I hate this.
“How much did I drink?” I croak, my throat still feeling really dry.
“I don’t know I wasn’t there until later.”
I frown at the restrained anger in his voice. Something must have happened, something I did. “What happened?”
“What do you remember?”
“Um…well I remember talking to Tommy about Carla and drinking some rum. Remind me never to do that again. Then I think I had something else but I don’t know exactly what. After that things completely…” I trail and blow out a breath while waving my hand over my head.
“So nothing after that last drink.”
I take another swig of water and nod, “Why? Did something happen?”
“Yes.”
“Well don’t leave me in suspense what was it? Did I puke on someone’s shoes? Did I dance to terrible pop music and booty pop on an end table?” I ask trying to make him laugh but it doesn’t work. Instead he just keeps staring at me looking incredibly pained for some reason. Reaching out I put my hand over his but that’s when I realize his knuckles are wrapped, “Oh my god, what happened?”
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