a nasty hangover and waki

nd was on the verge of screaming when I saw how completely nude I was behind the covers. A white singlet that appeared to

my

by hot tears. What was more frightening was the door which I presumed to be the bathroom's creaked open and my eyes met with a pai

ut the sheets with disappointment marrying my feature

with boxers on his waist. I stared at him before

t di

stion and he ran his hand through his dishevelled chestnut hair. He

my nether region sifted through me as I tried to stand up. I caught sight of my gown lying on the floor, and my net underw

e of that young man digging holes at my back as I stalked. I released ragged breaths as I trudged towards the counter, letting go of my g

ss

essy. My hair was tangled, makeup smudged, my lipstick was even merely visible just streaks of red

o a mere stranger I had met at the club. I had always pictured having my first sex in a bathroom decorated with red roses on my wedding night. I had shared th

have done th

ow would I mother a child? And my mother was against abortion after her sister had done an unsuccessful one that had cost her life. How would I face Jake? Sometimes when we quarrelled, he said I cheated

my clothes and my heels. I rinsed my mouth,

into my room and glanced around the room for my purse which I found on the floor, next to the bedside. I sat on the bed, rummaging through my purse to search for my phone. I wanted to

ere, perpharps he had forgotten it. Could

er more attention. I flagged a cab. Once I settled in, memories from last night washed over me like a hurricane. I raced up the stairs and found the door slight

ong?" She enquired and led me to sit on the couch in silence. The silence hung over the air like