I woke up with the sun blinding me through the window. I sit up with my head pounding in pain like crazy. I realized that I wasn't in my own room. I got up and when I tried to walk my legs were wobbly. I almost fell on the floor, but before I felt an arm around me so I couldn't fall. I turned my head to see it was Henry. I realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. His eyes were dark and a bit baggy.
He looked so tired like he didn't get any sleep last night. "Sit down," Henry said. I did as he said and sat down on the bed. I looked up at Henry. I was confused about what happened last night. "What happened last night?" I asked. "Last night we had some drinks and danced. After that you had probably five or more drinks. Before you could have another drink I took it out of your hands and drank it. You were really drunk," Henry stopped talking.
"Is that all?" I asked. "No, there's more to it," he said. "I ended the party and told everyone to leave. I would've taken you home because I was drunk myself, but not as bad as you. I tried to help you walk up the stairs because you were stumbling, but you wouldn't let me help you. We went into my room. Your eyes looked like a child that saw something amusing," he said. He stopped talking again, taking a break, and then continued.
"I went to the bathroom for a minute to splash water on my face. When I went back in the room I saw you taking off your dress. You said that the dress was a bit tight that's why you took it off. I took off my shirt and gave it to you so you can put it on. You wouldn't put it on. I kept telling you to put on you still wouldn't do it though, but eventually you finally put it on. After that we went to sleep," he said. I looked at him and realized that the corner of his mouth was a bit swollen and he had a bruise on his eye.
I felt my head hurt real bad. It was the worst headache I've ever had. I groaned in pain and my head was aching like crazy. Henry got worried so he put his hands on the side of my head gently. "You okay you feel a bit hot," he said. Henry put his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up, lay back on the bed. I'll get you some medicine, a cup of water, and a cold wet rag for you," he said. Henry left the room. I sat laid back on the bed. Henry came back to the room after five minutes or so.
He handed me the cup of water, and then the medicine. He put the cold rag on my forehead. I drank some of the water and then took the medicine. I drank some more of the water. "Are you done with the water for right now?" Henry asked. I nodded my head in response. Henry took the cup out of my hand and placed it on the nightstand. I started to remember what happened last night.
I remembered that I was acting like a total bitch towards Henry. I remembered when I took off my dress Henry looked at me like I was crazy. Henry unbuttoned his shirt and told me to put it on. We had a whole argument about it because I refused to put it on. The more that I kept remembering I questioned. I had punched him in the corner of his mouth and after that I punched him again, but it was his eye. He had grabbed my wrists after I punched him. He pinned me to the wall.
"Just put the shirt on before I fucking do something you'll hate me for," Henry said. I stopped thinking about last night. I turned my head to see that Henry was at his table writing something. "I'm sorry about what I did last night, I shouldn't have acted like that," I said. "It's fine," Henry said, not facing me. "No it's not fine. I acted childish and I punched you twice because I didn't want to wear a shirt," I said.
I felt like crying because of how horrible I acted and I was humiliated. Henry got away from the table and came towards me. "Hey don't feel bad, okay. I know that you won't act like that when you're sober. I could also tell that you were going through some things so that could explain the attitude that you had," Henry said. I didn't even notice that I was crying until I felt tears rolling down my face.
Henry was wiping my tears away with his thumb. "Hey don't cry," he said, well it sounded more like a whisper. "You should rest, I'll tell Tomus that you're not feeling well, and that you're still over here at my house," he said. "Okay," I said. "Just try to get better," Henry said. After that he left the room. I took a deep breath to try to relax. I closed my eyes and I could tell that I was feeling a bit relaxed. I started to drift off to sleep.