I opened my eyes. It hurt. The tiny part of the shade that allowed light to seep in was able hit me directly in the eyes. My head hurt so bad. I felt nauseated. And my mouth had never been so dry in my life. I was officially hung over, hung over to the tenth degree. Fuck.

I rolled over so the light was out of my face. I closed my eyes, trying to decide if I had the drive to get some water. Before I could decide, I fell back to sleep.

When I woke up the second time the sun was in my face again, but it was dimmer. I rolled over on to my back. I noticed that my shoes and skirt were still on, but I was only wearing a bra, no shirt. I glanced down at the floor, found my shirt.

How drunk was I?

Really drunk.

I was trying to figure out the last thing I could remember. Taking tequila shots with Mia? No. Talking to Hector? Was that before or after the tequila shots? How did we get home? I don't even remember coming to bed. Wait, well I do a little bit. Shit. I pulled the covers over my head. I didn't do anything stupid did I? Fuck, probably. I remember talking to Hector. I think I even took shots with Hector. Then…

I had to get some water or I was going to die. I pulled my limp body out of bed. I walked over to my duffle, pulled out some boxers and an old shirt, changing before I went to get a drink. I made my way to the kitchen. I saw some bottles out. We had obviously decided to drink more when we got back home. I think I kind of remembered going through the fridge and pouring drinks. I think I do.

I grabbed a glass, which proceeded to knock the others as I pulled it from the cabinet. The clinking intensified my headache. I filled up the glass from the sink and chugged the water. As I refilled the glass, I searched desperately in the nearby drawer for Advil.

I found it. There was a God after all!

I pried open the child proof cap and swallowed three. It was a 3-Advil kind of headache.

Just then I heard someone shuffle down the stairs. Who was here? Mia? I hoped Mia was here. And just Mia. Lord, I hoped she didn't bring home that guy, who was he? I wanted to say that he worked for Abercrombie and Fitch. But I couldn't remember if someone told me that, or we made it up, or where I had heard it.

"I want to die," Mia groaned, sitting down and putting her head on the table.

I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and gave her some Advil. That was really our only hope at this point.

"Fuck, dude," I said.

"Ugh," was all Mia could muster.

"What even happened last night?" I asked.

"I don't know. We drank too many tequila shots. Damn Hector."

"We did take shots with Hector," I said, more to confirm my own memory.

"Like, a thousand."

Just then, the phone rang.

"Oh, make it stop," Mia cried out.

I looked around but could not find the portable receiver anywhere. The ringing continued. Over and over.

"Seriously, Letty, stop the madness," Mia groaned louder.

"Okay, no, I can't find the phone," I said frustrated. She could have helped.

I located the receiver and pressed the talk button just before the machine picked up.

"Hello?" I said, wondering what time it was and who would dare to call right now.

"Let? It's Leon."

"Leon, what's up man," I said, my voice hoarse.

"Uh, just doing damage control. I wanted to call and make sure you and Mia were alright. I know you guys were pretty fucked up last night. And I just wanted to see if you were doing okay after everything that happened."

"Gotta admit, I've felt better. But I'm alive. Wait. What do you mean 'after everything that happened'?" I asked, as somewhat of an afterthought.

"You and Dom broke up last night. You don't remember that?"

I was shocked. We broke up last night. That feeling when you are riding up a rollercoaster and then you reach the top and the ride zips downhill. That feeling like you maybe left something at the top. That was the feeling I had. I thought back to last night. It was all a little blurry. But hearing Leon mention it, I thought hard.

- Flashback -

"Hello," Leon said, answering the phone. Music and people could be easily heard in the background.

"Let me speak to Dom," I insisted. After a night of shots, I was ready to face Dom.

"Letty?" an assumingly very tipsy Leon asked from the other end.
"Yeah, it's Letty. Let me talk to Dom." I was pacing. I couldn't sit still. We had just gotten back to the house. Hector gave us a ride. A couple of his friends were here for a late night. I had just made drinks for everyone. Though the pacing was causing me to spill most of mine.

"Okay drunky, hold on a second," he said.

"I'm not d-drunky," I stuttered drunkenly.

"He-ha ha- hello?" an obviously drunk Dom laughed out.

"Who's, who's there?" I asked, knowing he just had to be laughing at some girl he was with. Oh what a guy. He's already with another girl. I was irate. The alcohol in my veins began to boil.

"What? Who is this?" he asked, distracted.

"Fuckin, it's Letty." How could he ask who I was? How soon he was able to forget.

"Letty, hey. Where'd you go?" he said, his words slurring over the receiver.

"I left you asshole," I retorted, taking another sip, allowing the alcohol to penetrate every word.

"You should be here. We went, we went out," he said, stumbling over words in a drunken stupor.

"Who's there?" I said, the alcohol causing me to lack the ability to attend to anything.

"Um. Ugh, I don't know. People. People I don't but they're pretty cool."

"There's girl there, aren't there?" I asked, knowingly. I sat down on the floor and took a big swig of my drink- the last thing I needed.

I heard Dom popping open a beer bottle in the background.

"I mean, yeah, there's some girls. But you were invited."

"I wasn't fucking invited Dom, what are you talking about? Why do you have girls there? The second I leave you invite other girls over? See, that's why I left. You always have girls over." Nothing I said was really making much sense at this point.

"God, I don't always have girls over. You were supposed to be here. It's not like I- I'm hiding shit from you or shit. You decided to leave. And we went out and did stuff. And then people came over here. I can't control who people come over here," Dom started arguing, fairly incoherently.

"You just don't care. You don't care enough. You never did. I always care more and I just want you to care. But you don't."

"What do you mean? You know I care. I cared today and I cared for so many years. How can you say that I don't care more? I can only care as much as I can care." It was hard for me to follow what he was saying.

"You just don't ever listen to me. You just don't act like you want to be in this. Like you don't do relationships. And you said you don't. But I thought we had one. And you just don't do the relationship," I continued to rant.

"What do you mean? I do it all the time. I live with you! What the fuck do you want from me?" he asked, getting angrier.

"What do I want from you? I don't fucking want anything from you. I just want you to care about me because I care more and it's not fair. How can you ask me that?" I yelled into the phone.

"I just can't make you happy. God. You always act like such a bitch to me," he shouted back.

"I am not a bitch. You are a bitch. You just flirt with every girl. Just right there. And I can see it. You know I can see it. And you don't care. Like I said!"

"I do not. They flirt with me. You can't get mad at me that they flirt with me. I can't help that. They just like to flirt with me." The cocky sentences that escaped his lips just served to make me madder.

"Well tell them to stop. I get tired of your shit. And now we been through a whole lot and everything is the same and you're an ass!"

"I'm an ass? How am I an ass? I try to make you happy a lot of times."

"You never try, Dominic."

"I totally do," he retorted.

"Fuck no you don't. I wouldn't a left if you tried. But you just do what you want to do," I argued.

"You just want me to do everything you say and not be who I am. I am a stallion, babe, you can't cage this tiger."

"I'm not trying to fucking cage you. Fuck you. You know that. You just got to figure out what you want," I said, yelling so hard my throat was starting to hurt. I just finished my drink to help soothe the pain. I tried standing up but found that to be far too difficult. So I stayed seated on the floor.

"I want you to stop getting mad at me!" he yelled in response.

"Oh yeah, that's all you want?"

"Yeah!" he stated
"Fine, then I'm through with this shit!" I told him, absolutely.

"What the fuck?" he asked, confused in his drunken haze.

"Yeah, through!" I said again.

"Fine, then. I'm through too. Fuck it!"

"Fuck you!" I told him. I was enraged.

"Fuck you too," he said. I could tell that he threw the phone down. It didn't turn off. In the background I heard a bottle slamming against something and breaking. Guess that was how he was handling it. I decided to slam the phone off. Fuck him. I couldn't believe that. I was drunk. I was mad. I was single now. And all I wanted to do was pass out.

- End of flashback -

"Fuck. Yeah, I do kind of remember that happening."

"You guys were both way too drunk to be having that conversation. Y'all need to just call a truce and start over. Pretend last night didn't happen. Just tell him that you were too drunk and didn't mean anything."

"Wait, why me? Why do I need to say that? Why can't Dom? He said some pretty fucking crazy shit, too."

"You know how stubborn he is."

"Fuck that."

"Come on, Letty. You don't want one drunk conversation to be the end of it all, do you?"

"Leon, you know, it really isn't just one drunk conversation. Maybe this has all been building for a while. I mean, I left down there because I just couldn't take it. Maybe me and Dom just need some space for a little while."

"I can't believe this crap!"

"What?"

"Why has everything that could possibly have happened, happened?"

"I wish I knew, Le. You know my life has been turned upside down too."

"I know."

"Listen I need to go throw up, or eat, or go back to sleep, or something. Can we talk about this later?"

"Sure."

"Bye"

TBC

AJ