Page 10 of I Love You Again
"Here try this." He set down a glass filled with pink and orange liquid. It looked like something you'd give a child at a kid's birthdayparty.
"What's this?" She narrowed her eyes athim.
"Drink it. You'll like it." Hesmiled
She took one sip and decided it tasted too ordinary to have alcohol in it. "Taste like fruit punch." She eyed himquizzically.
"Trust me, princess, you'll thank me in themorning."
The bar spun again before she could answer and she had to tighten her grip again on the counter. Seeing her struggle, he gave her a glass ofwater.
"Take that and go make yourself comfortable over there," he said pointing to the sofa area with palm trees on either side. Earlier it was heaving with people, but now it had mellowed out, and there was a space she could sit in and rest herhead.
"Thank you." She wanted more alcohol but decided to take it and listen tohim.
Feeling giddy, she made her way over to the sofa to sit. This was probably best because she was starting to feel quite odd. Her goal was to obliterate her mind and body of everything she felt for Brad. Past love, hate, disgust, disappointment. Everything. She didn't want him to mean anything to her. Nothing at all. She wanted to erase him fromher.
She didn't even want to contemplate the fact that he was Neil's best man and she was Jennifer's maid of honor. God and the universe were having a real good laugh at her. What were the chances of thathappening?
She wasn't aware that Neil had visited hell. That was the only place he could have met Brad. Neil was a great guy, a really great guy. How did he know Brad, and how could he pick someone like that to be his bestman?
Worse yet, why was this all happening toher?
She was in Hawaii, one of the most beautiful places on earth. She was here for her best friend's wedding and for the perfect summer getaway, but now disaster hadstruck.
She was a good person who didn't deserve this. How many people's lives had she saved? How many families had she given supportto?
Trina wasn't just a surgeon, she loved her job, and she valued everyone she came in contact with. She did her best to save people's lives and for her it was personal because she'd lost twoparents.
Her mother died from an undiagnosed heart condition when Trina was four, and a brain tumor took her father. She understood what loss meant. She understood what pain, suffering, and worry meant to those she operated on and those who left their loved ones in herhands.
The tears came, and her hands started shaking again, followed by her whole body. Instead of staying there to attract attention she got up and left, deciding to find her way back to herhotel.
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Trina had never felt sosick in her life. So sick that she didn't think she'd live to see the sun rise. She made it back to her room before the first wave of sickness hit her, and hit her it did hard. She just managed to get to the toilet where she felt like she’d vomited everything she’d had since she was six. There she stayed until she passed out on the cold tilefloor.
It was the sound of birds that woke her up the next morning, and when she lifted her head, it felt like it would fall off andexplode.
"Damn." She cursed, trying to get up. Her brain felt weird and her memory patchy. She almost, almost forgot what had happened, but then sheremembered.
She remembered that she'd seen Brad, and now her heart ached so much that the only thing that would make it stop was to rip it out of her chest and crush it. On that thought, she ran into the bedroom and downed several bottles of miniature drinks. She didn’t even know what they were, only that they all containedalcohol.
Drinking last night must have helped if it made her forget the situation for a few minutes. What she needed was more drinks. She'd need it because Jennifer and Neil had a brunch scheduled today, where their families would be in attendance. Regardless to the shit that was happening, Trina needed to be there. Her drama last night was bad enough, and Jennifer and Neil didn’t deserveit.
Trina drank everything she could get her hands on and when she started to have that giddy, floaty feeling she knew she'd manage to get through thebrunch.
There was a knock at herdoor.
"Trina if you're in there you better open up now." It wasJennifer.
"I'll knock the door down." That wasMandy.
Trina waddled to the door and stopped before she got to it when she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor to ceiling mirror that ran along the wall. She looked truly bad. Her hair that she took endless care off looked like a bunch of rat tails and was all messy like she'd been rolling around in a field. Her poor skin that she spent so much money on looked puffer fish puffy and beetrootred.
And hereyes...
She couldn't tell what color they were anymore. They used to be a lovelybrown.
