The Hangover

Chapter Twenty-one

The Hangover

Olivia’s POV

Opening my eyes one after the other, the early morning sun shone on my face, sending a sharp pang to my head. I closed my eyes again; my head ached intensely. I had been so drunk the day before, and as expected, I didn't remember everything that happened.

I kept my eyes closed, lying still on the bed as I tried to piece together what might have occurred after my drinking binge the previous night. I wanted to recall all my actions after downing multiple cups of alcohol, but my mind remained blank; I couldn't remember anything.

I lay there on the bed, my head throbbing, my eyes feeling heavy as if opening them required immense effort. No matter how hard I tried, I knew I'd never remember what happened the day before. I had attempted this after the last time I got drunk, trying to force myself to remember, but it was futile. I couldn't recall anything, not even a faint memory.

This time wouldn't be any different; I was sure of that. So, I lay