Chapter 18 - Dominic

When I opened my eyes the first thing that I felt was the dull pain throbbing in my head, followed by the feeling of cold tiles underneath my cheek. This was the reason I didn’t drink heavily often, it always ended badly for me. Still, falling asleep on the bathroom floor next to a pile of my own vomit wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to me after a night of heavy drinking.

It took me a few minutes to pull myself together and drag myself off the floor so that I could determine the extent of the damage I had done to myself. The only problem was that moving around made every single part of my body ache, even my skin felt sore.

“I am never fucking drinking again.” I groaned as I stepped through into the bedroom.

“That is probably for the best. You were such a mess last night, at one point I was really worried about you.” Franklin replied.

“I did drink a lot, but I can take it.” Well sort of. Although the splitting headache and vomit breath begged to differ.

“I didn’t mean like