Sorry for the delay folks! Been a little in over my head last week but finally I've been able to surface for air. The Chapter's rather short but it says what I need it to say. Also a warning, this chapter contains mentions of alcohol use. :) Enjoy my dear readers.
Chapter 6 The Hangover
Light slanted through the window and spilt across the room, like slender fingers searching for signs of life. It slipped over the contours of a booted foot, then another and finally slid up to the owner's face.
April groaned and turned her face away from the unwelcome sun as it broke the strings of her slumber. She brought a hand to her pounding head and drew her legs in, her booted heel clipping something made of glass as she did so. Glancing down April spied the bottles strewn across the floor and groaned for a second time.
What had she been thinking? She felt a jolt to her stomach and instantly she stumbled to her ungainly feet and flung herself into the bathroom. She only just reached the toilet bowl as she violently threw up the contents of her already aching stomach. April finally reached up after what seemed like an age of retching and flushed the toilet, slumping back to floor.
What was the last thing she remembered? Grabbing a bottle out of the fridge, wasn't it? Yeah, that hadn't been the smartest idea but April didn't know what else to do. After she had left her voice message, she was almost certain she'd at the very least receive a text message but there was nothing. Her phone stayed silent. The entire day. She'd broke open a bottle of wine and drank herself to sleep. The second morning and there just had to be a response but again, the whole day there was nothing. She thought about sending another message but balked when she came to hit the 'send' button on her phone.
He probably hated her. Hell, she had practically ripped his heart in two right in front of him. Why the hell would he want to even speak to her? April deleted the text then and there. They all probably hated her. The guys had to have found out by now. Donnie had always had a terrible job of hiding his emotions when it came to her.
That had sent her into another alcohol induced nosedive which was why she was now curled around the freaking toilet bowl. Three days. Three days and April had to admit she was a total mess.
When she thought she could April hauled herself upright, staggered to the door and managed to find her way to the kitchen. She snatched up the kettle, clumsily filled it at the sink and switched it on. She then fished through her cupboards and pulled out a mug, succeeding in clipping two other that met their end by smashing unceremoniously on the tiled floor. Her brow creased when she realised one of them was the one she always used whenever Donnie paid her a visit. A lump filled her throat.
She blinked back tears as she seized the coffee can and spooned out a good measure before slamming the lid back on. April was ready to throw it back in the cupboard when she started at the voice that sounded behind her.
"Better make that two coffees April," the familiar gruff voice said.
April spun about and there lounging on her sofa, staring at her with penetrating acid green eyes was Raphael.
"We gottah lot to talk about."