Ocean

I awoke to an intense pounding headache. It felt worse than any I had experienced before like someone was playing drums on the inside of my skull. I couldn't even get my eyes open the pain was so intense. 

As I lay there, I tried to remember what happened the night before. Everything was a blur. I remember vaguely something about vodka, but I could not figure out what. Thinking was making my head hurt but I knew I couldn't show the pain. I opened my eyes slowly trying to ignore the burn in my head. It felt as though the lights were slashing daggers in my eyes despite the room being dimly lit. 

Taking in what I could make out I was in a bed in someone's room definitely not my own but then Hayden's friends were over so probably his. I looked over and felt around the bed to see if Hayden were laying there. He was nowhere to be found. Concern filled me as I wondered whether he had awoken before me. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Reaching over to the night stand I pushed my glasses on to my face my hands were shaky as pain erupted with every move. I swung my legs over the side of the bed ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that warned me not to.

Pushing myself to my feet I could feel my body sway beneath I quickly sat back down the bed creaking underneath me then I heard it. A loud groan from the other end of the room and a blurry figure appeared on the couch. I blinked twice trying to clear my vision. Hayden. Hayden had slept on the couch. I don't know why that's my spot he deserved the bed.

He looked like a mess, from what I could tell at least. His hair stuck out at odd angles. The shirt he was wearing was all twisted around his midsection. One of his pant legs was tucked up to his thigh. Somehow despite all this he still looked good.

Hayden looked over at me and immediately startled awake.

"Ocean," he mumbled. The sound sent lightning through my skull as the pain erupted. I closed my eyes a moment to try and minimize the pain but even that hurt. When I opened then again Hayden was only a couple feet away. I tried to push myself to my feet pretending as though there was nothing wrong. Pain past through my system but I tried to ignore it. Within seconds Hayden closed the gap between us. He grabbed me gently and forced me back onto the bed. He squatted down slightly so he was at eye level, and he gently took my face in his hand. His hand was soft and cold. I relished the feeling of it against right cheek.

Looking me up and down he sighed. "Look Ocean," his eyes were soft and caring "I know you're going to hate me for this, but you need to take a rest day you're way hungover."

What? Me? Hungover? I'd seen my uncle hungover before. He seemed sleepy and angary. Sure, he was a lot weaker then normal but that was just a coincidence right? I didn't feel anger or tiered. All I felt was pain. Plus, a hangover comes from drinking, something I don't do. And the Medication I take means drinking could easily hurt me.

All the thinking hurt my brain even more. All the pain was nauseating. I squinted my eyes to help with the pain.

"You had about four shots worth of vodka yesterday. You got drunk." Hayden continued.

I had gotten drunk. Oh boy Lucas would have it out for me if he knew that I had drunk alcohol. I felt tears threatening to fall, this was it. The end of it all. I stared down at my hands. Hayden was going to get into deep shit with Lucas and then we would be separated. But why did I care so much?

"Hey, hey, look at me." Hayden spoke softly. "Nobody is mad at you. I'm not mad Ocean."

I couldn't look at him. He was lying. They always do. 'Its not your fault.' 'I won't be mad.' Lies. All of them.

His hand gently lifted my chin. "What happened yesterday stays with the people here." he spoke softly. "Nobody else will ever know. I promise."

I wanted to cry so bad. Everything hurt, Hayden was so kind, I felt so confused. Why was he so caring. He must be toying with me. He was going to tell Lucas, undoubtedly. Then all I would get is hell raining down on me.

Tears streamed down my face, as my stomach churned. I wrapped my arms around my tummy belly in hopes it would help me feel better, but it didn't.

"Here." Hayden's hand left my face. he grabbed something off the nightstand. With an open palm he offered me three pills. Two round, bright red pills, and a small yellow pill. I didn't take them. This is where he becomes evil. He's trying to trick me. but he's never tricked me before. But this is always where they get you. They convince you that they are the good guy and then stab you in the back.

"These two are painkillers, they'll help the headache you've got, this one will settle your tummy." He offered them to me again.

He had no reason to hurt me did he? I took the pills from his hand. He handed me the glass of water that was set out with them. I popped them in my mouth one at a time and swallowed.

Taking the glass from me, Hayden sighed softly. He got to his feet. "I'm going to head downstairs and start making breakfast. You need to rest; you're staying in bed do I make myself clear?" Although his tone was stern it wasn't scary. There was a note of care in it something I'd never heard before. I nodded slowly regretting it immediately.

"I'll send Vira up in a bit to check on you." Hayden rubbed his forehead. "I got three other drunks to deal with." He walked out to the door, closing it softly behind him, leaving me in the dark.

Laying back I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours.