Delilah
Rolling over, I buried my face into the pillow and groaned.
My head felt like it was going to explode. My mouth felt like something furry had crawled on to my tongue and died. I felt like death was a very real possibility.
Groaning again my hands went to my temples. Why did I do it to myself? Why?
Whose great idea was it to drink so much . And gin of all things. I knew what gin did to me. What it had always done. And yet I had let Juice pass me cup after plastic cup of the devils concoction.
“How’s your head?” Faintly I heard Doubles chuckle , it was a quiet sound but it hammered into my brain like a drill and I flinched away.
Why did he have to be so loud.
“Juice.” I muttered. “f*****g Juice.” I was going to kill him. Some friend he was letting me drink so much.
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