Our Sick Inheritance (editing)

Ch 74 (jake) - Get it together Jake

The shrill cry of a bird call gone wrong was louder than a fire truck going off in front of Jake's window. It took several screams that made his head feel like it was exploding from the inside, to make him hammer his fist at the direction of the noise. The drop of weight from his hand made contact with plastic on the second try. The sound ceased immediately. He opened one eye slowly as his eyelids felt like they were coated with a melted thin layer of beeswax. He looked at the time on the clock. It was almost eleven. Jake reached for the clock and switched off the alarm in case he had hit snooze to avoid the risk of it rewarding him with more screams of broken bird calls to shatter what was still holding his brains together in his head.

For a minute Jake felt disoriented and confused as to where he was so he laid still on his bed. He knew he was naked, but tried to gather why his body hurt so much, and if he was alone? He listened for another sound in the room. None came. He was sure he was the only one in his bed. He tried to sit up but ended up falling back grabbing his head to press together what was trying to liquefy and seep out of his ears. Wiping the drool off his mouth with the back of his hand, he also wondered why he felt like he slept in a fetal position all night. His whole body cramped, but that wasn't the only pain he felt. It was deeper than skin pain and muscle pain. Nerves in is body from head to toe were tingling with a foil on filling sting.

This was more than just a hangover for Jake felt groggy and way sicker than what alcohol could do to him. Finally he was able to contain himself enough to move because he had to pee. Sitting up with his legs off the bed, he had to lean forward and put his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees for it felt so heavy that he was afraid it would fall off and roll across the floor. After a few moments of fighting nausea he straightened his back. Grabbing the edge of the bed Jake pushed his body up into a standing position. He grabbed onto the chair next to his bed for a minute and stood until the dizziness cleared. His eyes focused on a path to the bathroom in case he had to run and punk in the toilet.

With a grown of disgust, Jake's realized his mouth tasted like he had just licked the ass of an animal that had stomach problems. His head made it very clear that it protested his selfish act of over-aggressive partying. Jake even still felt drunk though he knew that only a few drinks had actually passed his lips. He tried to scrunch his eyes shut but they felt cracked and depleted of all moisture. His throat was trying to fight the tight desert dry suffocation from the lack of saliva in his mouth. Moving around was worse because it felt as if a bull had kicked around his body in anger. Jake looked down at his arms and saw that he had red burns around his wrists. He didn't know what from or when because he didn't remember at all being tied up. What disturbed him the most was his genitals were sorer than the rest of his body.

With every step Jake took, he flinched from the pain that shot through him but he managed to make it to the bathroom without accident or imbalance. As the hot water of the shower worked to erase the pain gripping onto every inch of his flesh, Jake tried for several minutes to remember what had happened last night but couldn't put a thought together in his agony so he focused on getting clean instead.

Jake's knew his body went through a rough sexual experience. He had only had sex with Brittany, but this felt much more forceful. He had always been gentle with Brittany, as he was her first as well. What he went through last night, Jake knew was not a gentle experience at all which was shocking. He had never felt like a victim before. But what really scared him the most was there was no evidence he had worn a condom. Jake was assuming it was Anna that shared his bed, but he wondered if she had her girlfriend show up that she had arrived to the casino with earlier. Otherwise how could only one person make him feel like this? With imagination he tried to pull up images of going to his room. He remembered barely, through thick fuzziness clouding a memory, he recalled that there was a blond girl standing in front of his door as he was moving down the hall with someone else. However that was the very last thing he could remember.