I couldn’t help but feel a little sick when I woke up. I was
fine when my eyes first opened but as they focused, so did the hangover and
sketchy recollections. The smell of
under-age sex and cherry cigars hung in the air like a curtain attempting to
hide the two men who sat in an odd position on the couch. One still gripping
the gaming controller and the other…gripping something else. I had to kick and shuffle
my way to the kitchen. Navigating the sea of passed-out bodies and empty
bottles was more than my fragile state was willing to take on. I heard a few
groans as toes connected with heads but the alcohol had made damn sure that no
one was going to wake up any time soon. The sun was starting to heat the air
encasing me and as a bead of sweat rolled past my eyebrow I caught a glimpse of
something no one should ever have to see…
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