"My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice"

- Newt Scamander

everything is so draining ugh, I feel the least important out of all my friends because they don't even ask if I wanna do anything with them anymore. Almost cried at work tonight, kinda feel so sad but numb at the same time. Lol, what is happening to me.

01/04/2019

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When I was a little girl, my mother always told me to never get myself into a situation that I can't get out of it. It never really came to me until recently, last night recently. In movies and books they forget to mention that the effects of a hangover is not only headaches, extreme tiredness but also vomiting. The countless hours of vomiting. Thats how I wake up the next morning, balling my eyes out whilst vomiting and regretting drinking. I always seem to tell myself every time I drink and get hungover I won't drink again, but I seem to get drunk again and again. Then its just cycle that is on repeat.

Cadence walks into the room with some spare clothes, a bucket and a large bottle of water.She dumps them onto the bench in the bathroom and pats my back. I currently feel as if I'm dying whilst sitting down with my head next to the toilet and cradling my arms over it. "Rough night, sweetie?" Cadence jokes.

I look to her briefly and glare, "this is no time for jokes."

"Sure it is," she laughs at my pain making me roll my eyes and flip me off. "Have a shower, you stink of poison," she waves her hand in the air to further make a point.

"F*ck off," I mutter under my breath. She doesn't hear me which im relieved, I stand up once im feeling like im not about to have another session of vomiting. I turn on the shower and dispose of the gross clothes on my body, I make sure the temperature is right and step in. I recall back on all of the events from last night and groan, it for sure will be very awkward today. Titus will go back to not giving a flying f*ck about anyone or anything, i will pretend that this didn't happen and attempt to act normal.

I get out of the shower after 10 minutes and put on the baggy, oversized clothes Cadenced dropped over for me. I seriously look like a mess. Not an attractive one either. I exit the bathroom and let out a large burp and scratch my head as I walk to my bag.

"Thats a nice one," Landon jokes. I screech in shock, I wasnt expecting anyone to come and see me except for my sister. I stare at him in embarrassment and pretend that im not fazed by him hearing my loud burping due to the alcohol still churning in my poor stomach.

"I know right," I retort.

"Had a rough night?" he questions, eyeing my clothes and scrunching his nose up at what I can imagine to be the awful smell of vomit. I know I ate a bit too much food last night, all that joined together with alcohol isn't a good mix at all. I nod gruffly and lay down on the bed, I close my eyes and sigh wanting to sleep. "Seemed like you had fun though," I knew he was going to mention last night. I remember practically everything that had happened, including him walking on Titus and I making out. My main excuse for this is alcohol.

"Did not!" If I could blush, I probably would be right now. I'm just preparing for the talk from multiple people saying 'look you may be into him, but its Titus. he has no feelings, you're honestly just setting yourself up for disappointment.' Then I will pretend that it doesn't faze me that everyone will know and continue on with my day.

"Oh c'mon, I walked in when you were getting all frisky. You were trying to seduce him when you were drunk, I swear," I gape at him and scowl.

"I was not trying to seduce him whatsoever! If anything he was trying to seduce me," he gives me a look. We both know that I'm lying, I know I was attempting to make him kiss me but he refused at first. I got him there in the end. The things drunk me can do.

"Whatever you say," he holds his hands up in a defensive way making me roll my eyes. The door opens and Chris walks in, holding some orange juice and a plate full of bacon. He sheepishly smiles at me and places the glass next to me on the bedside table and makes me grab the plate of bacon. Does he seriously think I can consume all of this without throwing up?

"Greasy food helps," he shrugs.

I however, still think that the gesture is the sweetest thing ever. Why is Chris so sweet? He deserves a good girl that will treat him right. I honestly can't imagine Chris being the protective type or the type to hurt someone physically. "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it."

He nods and smiles then sits on the bed. We all stay in our positions in silence, he awkwardly stares at me and Landon starts whistling. Landon has most definitely said something. I stare at Landon, he looks anywhere but me though; he knows I will crack him. "I swear I only told Chris!" Landon bursts out, not being able to handle my intimidating stare.

"Do you not recall Titus telling you he will end you if you tell anyone? Are you thick? Hell, I will end you in a moment."

"Yeah, but when do I ever listen to what anybody tells me to do?" I give him a look and he groans. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I had to tell someone otherwise I would explode. At least I told Chris, anyone else would make a big deal about it and everyone else would surely find out. Chrissy boy is a good boy."

Landon attempts to pat Chris on the head, however Chris grabs his wrist to prevent him from doing so. I look to Chris, seeking reassurance that he will not tell anybody. Cadence would totally freak out, she's already attempted to warn me about him cause she thought I was interested in him when I clearly wasn't.

"You can trust me, Em. We are friends now, I'll always have your back," he smiles at me.

"Thank you," I respond. The door opens and Titus walks in, freezing as he sees both Chris and Landon sitting beside me on the bed. I grab the water and start gulping it down, feeling the awkward tension rising in the air. This feels all too confronting for me to be able to comprehend. I do my best to not speak as I continue fo chug the water down, even when I am not in the slightest bit thirsty.

"Boys. What are you both doing here?" He asks in suspicion.

"I could ask you the same thing," Landon responds, almost tauntingly. Titus gives him a look of warning, then looms to Chris, then back to Landon.

"You told him didn't you?" Titus raises his eyebrows. When Landon doesn't respond he scoffs and shake his head, "I knew I should have knocked some sense into you when I had the chance. You can never be trusted!"

Landon looks at him, almost offended by what Titus just proclaimed. He even places a hand on his chest, opening his mouth further to show his shock. "You wound me just now, Titus. You wound me deep," Titus rolls his eyes in response.

"Tell a soul Chris and-"

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone, I'm not a blabber like Landon. However, Titus, your threats down faze me," Chris attempts to act tough and like he doesn't have a single care in the world. But we all know it's just a tough guy act.

Titus smirks, a playful look appears on his face and he inches closer. "Is that so?" Chris gulps, a knowing look appears on his face and he holds his hands up in a defensive manner.

"You always have to make me look like a complete pussy in front of the ladies, don't you?"

I can't prevent the laugh that escapes my lips. We all know Chris to be the sweet guy that won't hurt a soul. Why would I believe that he wouldn't be intimated by Titus? It would be a far stretch saying Valentino is intimidated by him. But there's a pretty close line to Valentino describing how intimating he really is.

"Chris, buddy. You do that all on your own," Landon taunts him and winks.

"I came here to tell you all that we are leaving soon, so pack your shit and get ready," Titus grumbles.

"Has Amalia and Jarrad already left for their honeymoon?" I yawn and lay back into the bed. All three of the boys look at me in exasperation and shake their heads.

"They left last night when you were off your head," Landon snickers. I slap myself in realisation, I forgot that I was practically black out drunk last night. "Alright Emmy, pack your things and we best be gone."

I groan, not wanting to leave the safe confinement's of the bed. I've been sick all morning and he seriously expects me to get up as if I won't barf over everything. Landon leans forward and tugs at he blankets that are providing me comfort.

"If I walk, I will vomit all over the floor; thats just a warning too."

"How about Titus baby can help you by carrying you?" Landon offers, wiggling his eyebrows. Titus punches him and shakes his head at him. "Fine, I'll carry you," he opposes.

"Landon, your as thin as a twig- you will drop me," he pouts at me and shoves me slightly. "I'll walk, I'll be fine," I grumble and stand up.

"Emberly," Chris stops me from walking out of the room. I turn around and look at him with raises eyebrows, "your stuff? You should probably get it."

I point to Landon, "my bitch can do that for me."

Landon fakes being offended, knowing that I am joking. He however, grabs the little amount of shit I have and throws it in my bag and throws the doona cover over the crumpled up sheets as if making the bed. He then proceeds to grab my bag and walk out of the room, with us following behind him.

"I guess Landon is your bitch," Chris snickers.
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