She didn't deserve this. She only drank four vodka and cokes! Her head over the toilet bowl, tears streaming down her face, she threw up once more.
Feeling thoroughly sorry for herself she made her way back to the bedroom, hit by the stench of cigarettes and alcohol when she entered, making her run back into the bathroom for the fourth time that night. It was true, she had only had four drinks. But what she hadn't realised was that pouring your own drinks meant that what she had drunk was equivalent to half a bottle of vodka! Far too much for this light-weight.
Her iPhone flashed in the corner of the bathroom. Oh god, he was calling
again. Why had she text him those three words, those eight letters that
meant so much?? Ignoring the call, she began to thumb through her text
messages. She clicked on his name; *I love you too*. Shit.
She made to put her phone down but another message caught her eye, from her best friend; *Looking forward to graduation tomorrow? x* Her eyes widened in shock. Graduation! Tomorrow! She had completely forgotten! The familiar pull
on her stomach took hold of her, and she was sick once more.
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