Richard woke to a terrible hangover, he lingered in bed, ignoring his phone as he kept ringing. His eyes were tightly closed, roaming his right hand on the bed he rolled over to the edge. “Holy shit! My head,” He put a hand on his and groaned silently. Slowly he opened his eyes, almost all the lights in the room were off except the spotlight above the bed, he scanned the room without sitting up. “My head hurts.” He groaned. He extended his hand on the bed and took his phone, he gasped surprisingly when he saw it was five o'clock AM. He sat up abruptly and held his head. He ruffled his hair and glanced around the room. He furrowed his brows puzzlingly when he noticed she wasn't in bed with him.“Where is she?” He asked himself, wondering where Charlene could be. Suddenly he felt the urge of vomiting, he climbed down the bed and went to the bathroom. He vomited, rinsed his mouth and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Obviously he looked a mess, he held his head, trying to recall
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