My head was pounding.
My stomach was churning unpleasantly.
I needed to go to the bathroom.
I opened my eyes, blinking at the sudden sunlight. I groaned, feeling like crap. God, why did I have to get such horrible hangovers? Though considering that Delia and I had downed an entire bottle of tequila last night, I should be grateful I didn’t end up in the ER with alcohol poisoning.
I sat up in bed, battling the nausea. I didn’t want to vomit. I hated doing that, and besides, there was nothing in my stomach. I looked around my room; the empty bottle was still on the floor, along with dried-up limes and some salt. My laptop was also lying on the side, and I could swear there was a Ouija board. I slapped my forehead. Last night, we had tried to contact my brother and father before Dereck in
