Garrett's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, and immediately felt pain in my head. I groaned loudly, as I got up from the bed I was sitting on. I scrunched my forehead in confusion, scanning the environment around me. Where the heck was I?
I tried to familiarize myself with my surroundings, but I couldn't understand where I was. I tried to remember what happened last night, and suddenly I remembered that I was at the party.
I opened the door to the room, and tippy toed down the stairs. As I got downstairs, I instantly began to smell spices.
"Garrett, you are awake!" I heard someone say, catching me off guard. I turned around, and saw my dad staring at me, with relief evident in his eyes.
I looked at him confused. "How did I get here?" I asked, rubbing my head in pain.
"Do you feel pain? Come sit down, I'll get you some water," he said, pushing me onto the sofa. I reseated my head against the wall, and shut my eyes.
"Garrett, I'm so glad you are okay. Here, take some water," I heard another voice say. I opened my eyes and saw my stepmother peering over at me, with a smile.
"Thank you," I said quietly, taking the glass of water, and gulping it in one whole.
"So what do you want to eat? I can make an omelet for you, or–"
I shook my head. "No, I don't eat egg often. I'll take like cereal or something."
She looked at me, confused. "You don't eat egg?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, my mom never really fed me egg for breakfast."
"Well at least eat some almonds and dates. Hold on, I'll bring it for you."
I nodded my head slowly. My dad soon took a seat next to me. "Do you want to tell me what happened last night?" He asked.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Whatever happened last night, I totally regret–"
"Would you like to tell me what happened?" He asked again, sounding stern.
"Okay," I said, keeping my head down. I was at a party last night," I confessed, fiddling with my hands.
My dad looked at me for a moment. "Why?" He asked, quietly. "I thought you gave up that lifestyle, Garrett."
I sighed in frustration. "I did."
"Then why were you at the party last night?"
"Because of a girl," I said without thinking.
My dad looked surprised, as he began to lean back. "A girl? You went to that party for a girl?"
"Not for a girl, because of a girl," I explained, as my stepmother walked over to me, holding a plate of just almonds and dates. I took the plate in hesitance. What a weird combination.
"Thank you," I said, stuffing a date into my mouth.
"What do you mean? Did this girl tell you to go?"
"Yeah," I said, staring out the window. "She did."
He looked at me, as if he wanted to say something to me, but closed his mouth, and kept silent. I ate my dates and almonds, and received cereal from my stepmother.
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