The Morning After
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. It felt like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. My mouth was dry, and I could taste the remnants of last night’s chaos— pain, sweat, and regret. Memories flooded my mind. I remembered having to physically pull Lily away from the mean girl. She’d been so angry she basically pulled her hairs out, scratching at her face like a damn cat. The girl was lucky she was drunk,otherwise, she’d have enough control to shift and cause a full blown match.
The group had descended into chaos. The pain in my head sprung from the punch I took in the face from the bouncer, a man I’d maimed and broken shortly after.
Stopping a bar fight was more like pouring fuel into a fire thinking it’s water.
Yesterday, I’d seen a different side of
