I Hate You

Part 5

You feel sick.

Like you're going to throw up.

Or die.

You're not sure which yet.

Why do you feel so nauseous?

And why is your bed so uncomfortable?

You raise a hand to your eyes, rubbing them a moment before you let them crack open, your makeup gritty around your lashes.

What the fuck!?

You blink a couple times, and then your eyes widen.

Where the hell are you!?

Shit!

You raise up in panic.

Your eyes flick around the living room, finding it tidy but smelling like a cigarette den.

Why was everything green?

You hesitate, and then slowly push yourself into a sitting position.

Your head is fucking pounding!

You grimace, shielding your eyes before glancing around some more.

And spying him at the table.

Staring at you.

Ryan sighs as he sees the open panic on your face as you look at him, recognizing him despite your stupor.

It was almost noon, and he'd tried to wake you once with no results.

And so, here he was.

Sitting at his kitchen table, chain smoking, waiting for you to wake up and decide his stupid fucking fate.

"Hey," he says after a moment, deciding to break the building silence.

You just look at him.

Right.

You probably think he's like kidnapped you or... something.

"So, uh, how are you feeling?" he asks, taking a long draw off his cigarette before exhaling heavily.

You're still just looking at him, although now you have a sick look on your face.

Oh shit!

He wasn't cleaning that out of the carpet!

Not again!

"Bathrooms that way," he grunts, motioning with his cigarette.

You practically bound over the back of the couch and through the bathroom door, slamming it behind you so hard it shuddered.

Ryan winces, letting his forehead lower onto the kitchen table.

He was fucked.

So fucked.

And you sound incredibly sick.

Ryan sighs, and then shoves away from the table, stubbing out his cigarette.

Great.

This is the shit he had to deal with.

Being the good fucking guy and all.

Motherfucker.

He sighs as he steps to the door, rapping his knuckles against it.

"You okay?"

No!

You most certainly weren't!

You were leaning over a disgusting toilet puking your guts out in who knows where!