-CLEIN'S-
The next morning, I was still half asleep when my upper body rose off the bed.
"Darn it." I need a pain reliever!" My mouth ripped out a harsh grunt as my hands grabbed a hold of my hair because my head felt like it was about to split in half. It appeared that I had over-inebriated the night before, as I was feeling an unusual headache at the time. Not only that, but my throat felt inflamed and scratchy.
With a collective grumble, I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
Shower!
Only a cold shower will help me get through the f*****g hangover, so even though I was wobbling and disoriented, I shoved the door to the only location that could alleviate my problem, but instead my hand pressed against a hard wall.
"Mom, Ms. Walter, where is the fucking..." I abruptly st
