---Tasha's POV---

What the heck happen last night? I don't even remember anything. Why does my head hurt so bad? What the heck is going on? And how did I make it back home? I'm so confused.

I decided to get up and get ready for the day.

I threw on whatever I found since it was Sunday and I don't really go out on the weekend.

I wanted to go to the party yesterday and now I can't remember anything. Isn't that just lovely. Sarcasm!

I went and ate breakfast but threw it up.

What the heck is wrong with me? Maybe I should go to a doctor.

I booked an appointment and went to one. Thank God she was available today, otherwise I would cry!

After waiting forever she finally showed up.

I told her I was at a party last night and now this stuff was happening.

"Do you remember anything?" She questioned.

"No, unfortunately I don't,"I said.

"Well, the best thing I can do is take some test and hope nothing too bad happen,"she said.

"Okay,"I said.

She left and a nurse came in and gave me a few shots.

"We will be right back,"she said and left.

I was beyond scared. Every second that passed felt like a year was passing by.

The doctor finally walked in. Thankfully, she was able to get everything tested.

"Do you remember drinking alcohol?" She questioned looking at the papers.

"I've never done anything like that,"I said.

"Well, your blood test is showing alcohol in it,"she said.

"WHAT?!" I asked shocked.

"Here, let me show you,"she said.

She brought the papers to me and explained everything to me.

"That's not possible. Are you sure those are my test results?" I asked.

"You're the only one that we've ran a test on so far,"she said.

Oh my God! How is this possible? How am I going to tell my parents? How am I going to be able to look at myself?

"I know you said, you don't know what happen last night. I just want to ask, is there someone you hate or they dislike you that was at the party?" She questioned.

"Ya, but she brought me a drink. I didn't trust her so I told her to drink it. She did and nothing happen for a bit so I went to get my own,"I said.

"And?" She asked.

"And I don't remember what happen after that,"I said.

"Okay,"she said.

"Here are a few medications that will help you feel you out,"she said and gave me them.

I thanked her and left.

I got home and broke down. This was just too much. Sameera definitely had some connections I didn't know about.

How am I supposed to be able to get stuff done when I have this to worry about?

Oh my God! I don't remember what happened after I got a drink.

I prayed I didn't do anything stupid or they didn't make me do anything stupid.

What will it be like if I did?