Chapter 15
If someone told me I'd be able to sleep as much as I did, I'd argue with them a lot. I didn't believe I could sleep in my mental state. I remember walking through the empty sitting room, straight to my room, I remember brushing my teeth and changing into comfortable clothes. I laid on my bed and that's all I remember.
It was almost 2pm when I woke up, and I was clearly having a hangover, 'that's gotta be my first hangover right?' I asked myself.
Swinging my legs over the egde of the bed, I sat down rubbing my eyes, my dick was rock hard. I looked down at it and said.
"It's 2pm buddy, This ain't no morning wood get your shit together."
It felt like my head was going to explode, plus my jaw began to hurt too. I guess I didn't feel the pain all this while because of... Adrenaline? Yeah.
I stood up slowly, trying to minimize the effect of the headache. Walked slowly to the bathroom, took my clothes off and just stood under the running shower.
And so it began, events that happened earlier began to drift and I felt that tightness in my chest again. I hated the feeling to be honest. But there was nothing I could it at this point.
I stopped the shower, got out of the bathroom and cleaned myself, putting on my casual clothes and sat on the egde of my bed, I rubbed some balm on my jaw to ease the pain.
While I was doing this, it dawned on me.
I HAD CHORES TO DO!!!
I left my room for the kitchen first, because Joyce told me I had to do the dishes first before anything else. I was almost at the kitchen when I remembered that I had Joyce by the bal... Oh I can't say balls. I had her on the palm of my hand. Yes, on the palm of my hand.