Chapter 11
The pounding my head as I woke up made me feel really bad. I pushed my face hard into the pillow not wanting to get up. My hangover is so bad it feels like the pillow is moving. I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Okay the pillow was moving. I looked down to see Daryl on the couch with me we were under the blankets. I looked around the room to see the clothes I was wearing last night thrown around the room.
SHIT!
I got up slowly to not wake Daryl. I grabbed my clothes got dressed and rushes out of the room. I ran into Caitlin as I closed the door quietly.
"Nice sex hair." She smiled at me hair similar to mine.
"You too." She giggled and walked back to her room. I walked down the hall until I found the kitchen. When I walked in I saw Glenn hunched over the table, T-dog at the stove and Lori was over near the coffee pot. Coffee. I walked straight over to where Lori was I grabbed a cup of coffee and poured it to the top. I drained the first cup then poured another. Lori looked at me.
"Rough night?" I giggled.
"What night, I can't remember it."
"How much did u drink?" I remembered the room.
"Well if I go by the amount of bottles in the room, three to four bottles of southern comfort, but I shared it." T-dog walked over to me.
"How are you still standing?" I remembered back to when I lived in Australia and all the piss up we had.
"Well when Caitlin, Jordan, Holly and I lived in Australia we used to have major piss up weekends. Think I'm used to it." Lori and T-Dog looked at me stunned.
"What. You used to live in Australia?" I forgot they didn't know about me.
"Yeah, I moved here from Australia about would be four or five years ago." Daryl walked into the room fully dressed. I looked down at my cup of coffee and rushed from the room.
Daryl
"Morning Daryl." Lori greeted me. "What's up with Em?" I looked back at the door Emily left through and laughed.
"Guess she had too much to drink." Lori looked at me, think she might know what Em and I did.
"Yeah, well she said she holds her liquor pretty good, blames it on all the piss ups when she lived in Australia." What!
"Australia?" I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat on one of the chairs.
"Yer, Emily, Jordan, Holly and Caitlin are from Australia." I did not know any of that. James walked in, her was wearing a pair of shorts.
"Ask James, he has known her longer." James looked at me.
"Known who longer?" I got up and walked over to her.
"Emily. Found out she and a few others are Australian." James sat on a seat and grabbed a granola bar off the table.
"Yeah I knew that. Em's parents were visiting the night it all started, she had to kill her father, and I had to kill her mother. She has brothers and a sister but they are still there. And she came here because a traumatic event but I don't know what it was. That's all I know." He got up and walked back out of the room. I wonder. She had small scars on her wrists and ankles. I got up and walked out of the room I felt their eyes following me.
Emily
I got back to the room and started to clean up the mess. Just as I had grabbed the last bottle i felt eyes watching me. I turned around and Daryl was right in my face. He looked at the room.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning. I clean when I'm stressed. Can I ask you something?"
"Okay. But only if I can ask you a question."
"Fine." Daryl sat down. "What happened last night?" he laughed.
"I'm sure it is a bit obvious. Yours and my clothes around the room, both in bed. By the way nice tattoo." Damn. "Does that answer your question or do you want me to put it in Merle terms." Daryl stood up. "We bumped some uglies." I sat down and started to pack my bag.
"Didn't really want it in Merle terms." I stood up to leave the room but Daryl grabbed my arm and looked at my wrist.
"My question. Why do you have scars on your wrist and ankles?" I didn't want to answer that; I pulled my arm away from him and walked out. I walked into holly's room she was still in bed. James was packing his bag. I threw my bag on the ground and walked to the kitchen. I was hungry.