LAVENDER'S POV
I awoke to discover that I was in my own room. I grimace, trying to recall what happened until the memory of me accepting the alcohol from Damon came back to me, and as soon as I remembered everything, I leaped to my feet as I felt vomiting. As soon as I felt my stomach churning, I dashed to the bathroom sink and vomited everything I could puke out. s**t.
"Oh, my God..." I said to the air, feeling awful and disgusted before lowering my head further down to the sink and spit the last of my vomit. "Ugh..."
Shit. I want to curse at myself so bad. I hate myself for accepting the shitty alcohol Damon gave me when in the first place, I shouldn't. I don't know how to handle myself every time I got myself drunk, so this is one of the reasons why I don't particularly appreciate co
