Storm
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes in the morning was the pounding headache. I groaned many times as I forced myself to get up in my bed when I felt the bile rising from my stomach up to my throat. When my feet finally made contact with the floor, I hurried inside my bathroom and rushed to empty my stomach in the toilet. Disgusting sound and smell filled the air and I couldn’t help the profanities that left my mouth as I flushed the toilet, crawled backward, and leaned my back lazily on the tiled-wall.
“Damn it. F*ck.” I clutched my head, feeling so helpless.
What the heck happened?
I knew for sure that it was a freaking hangover, that I went to drink with Theo last night but the rest was blurry in my mind. How did I get home?
Sometimes, regrets took over me in th
