Wow it feels so good to be back to Toad and Doria! I know where I want my story to go- finally!
Chapter 2: Busted
At five that morning, Doria crept as carefully as she could through her window, but it was no use. Even if she hadn't tripped over the chair, her father was already awake and waiting.
He switched on the light. "Five A.M." he said, "Five in the fucking morning! Where 'ave you been! Sneaking ou' of the lair in the middle of the night! It's dangerous!"
She squinted painfully at the light. "Dad..." she slurred, "I am... It was... I just..." She sighed heavily.
Mort nodded angrily like he was about to implode. "Holy shit. You're drunk. Drunk! Do you even know where you've been? The night of an assassination, and you're off gallivanting in pubs!"
"I know where I've been," she said slowly, "I was at... that one place..." She lurched forward into the bathroom.
Mort rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. "Fuck." He went to hold back her hair.
Once she had puked up about a weeks worth of food, Doria's father put her to bed where she passed out immediately. He sulked himself to sleep.
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When her eyes drew open sleepily, Doria noted at once the horrible grinding pain in her head. "Oooh," she moaned, "Fuck. My head." She closed her eyes to keep out the light.
"Sit up," said her father shortly.
"I don' wanna," she groaned.
"You need to sit up and take these so your 'ead doesn' explode."
She sat up. "It hasn't already?"
He shoved a mug of coffee into her hands for her to sip on while the pills took effect. Soon after, he turned on the shower and shoved her into the bathroom.
She let the cold water wake her up. "What the hell did I do last night, Dad? Did I overdo my powers or did I..." The memory of sneaking out hit her. "Oh fuck."
"Oh fuck is righ'," murmured Mort through the door, "Do you 'ave any clue what you did last night?"
She lathered up her hair. "All I remember doing is sneaking out, and heading for the pub. What happened?"
"Well apparently nobody knows what 'appened last night. All I know is that you come 'ome at five A.M. completely drunk out of your mind."
She laid her face against the tile. "Dad, I am so sorry. I totally... aw, shit, what am I in for?"
"You'll be running every tedious mission tha' needs doin' fer the next month." Doria scowled. That couldn't be it, could it? Maybe because it had been a bad night... "And no leaving the lair for anything else." There it was. She knew it. She groaned.
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Three weeks later:
Her green streaked hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail so it wouldn't fall in her face as she retched the contents of her stomach out. Doria had had this flu for the past two weeks on and off. Wiping her mouth, she dragged herself to her room and laid down for her third nap of the day. No matter how much sleep she got, she was always tired. I've got to stop working out so much, she thought, It's wearing me out, and my period's late. She dropped off immediately.
Two hours later, she woke up with the urgent need to pee. Gotta cut back on the coffee, she noted to herself.
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