Wednesday

Shawn

It was the next morning, Wednesday. I woke up with my head pounding. The sunlight that streamed into the room through the dark green curtains was excessively bright.

"Shawn," Lily called.

Her voice hurt my head.

"Ow jeez," I muttered.

Then;

"Don't yell," I called.

"Breakfast is ready."

I honestly didn't feel up to eating.

"Um ok. Be right ......uh.......down."

"Ok."

Breakfast smells drifted upstairs.

I lifted my head and found I couldn't; I felt dizzy.

I heard soft quiet footsteps on the carpeted stairs and coming down the carpeted hall. Lily appeared at the doorway.

"Shawn," she said.

I turned my head towards her.

"Yeah Lily?" I asked.

"You comin down for breakfast?" she asked.

"Um......I honestly don't think I can."

"Why?"

"When the hell did it become so bright in here? And what the hell happened last night?"

"You have," she said, crossing the room; "a hangover."

She set a cup of water down on a coaster on the nightstand.

"Here. Drink this," she said.

"God my head hurts."

"And take 2 of these," she opened my hand and put 2 pills in them.

"Then shower and come down for breakfast."

"Ok but I really don't feel like eating."

Lily looked at me, her dark green eyes serious.

"I know Shawn. But you'll feel better. Trust me."

"Ok."

She smiled.

"See you in a bit."

"Ok."

She left.

I took the pills and slowly made my way downstairs into the kitchen.

"Hey," Lily said.

She was standing at the coffee maker.

"Hi."

My eyes widened when I realised how dizzy I still was.

"Still tipsy?" she asked.

"Um yeah."

She indicated one of the kitchen chairs.

"Sit down."

"Ok."

I did.

"How..........how do you know all this?" I asked.

"My dad would come home from the bar and wake up....just as you have now, knackered. Sometimes my mom would bring home girlfriends.....boyfriends....."

"But they were married?"

"Yes well factor in that she's half Parisian and grew up on the streets of Paris......."

"Ohhh."

I may have been drunk but I knew what she was getting at, the fact tha ther mom was a prostitute, and on both sides of the fence, as it were.

"Yeah one of the guys even.......what would you like for breakfast?" Lily asked, changing the subject.

"Knackered?"

"Hungover. Or really tired."

"Oh."

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah I'll have a little."