Chapter 1: Blame it...

Boom! The sound of the early morning thunderstorm woke me from my alcohol induced slumber. My head was swimming, I was still drunk. "Damn 100 proof" I thought to myself. I don't even know how I even made into my apartment. As I laid there listening to the symphony of the storm, the body next to me shifted and threw his muscular arm around me. I must have been more fucked up than I thought. Apparently my boyfriend Derick came over. "Did I call him?" I thought. It wouldn't be the first time I've called him when I was drunk or high to come over. We had argued the day before, but I knew if I called he'd come. I snuggled in closer and began to fall back to sleep. Just as I was dozing off, I heard Lil' Wayne coming from the other side of the bed.

"Babe, your phone is ringing." I said without opening my eyes. Derick was as silent as a stone. He'd obviously been drinking last night too.

The ringing stopped briefly, then resumed.

"Derick, please get your phone before I answer it."

Just as I was about to reach over and grab the phone, the ringing stopped. "I guess we're all made up." I thought to myself as I fell back to sleep.

When I woke again, the storm had passed, I wasn't dizzy, and even though the sun was high in the sky, Derick was still sleep. He had turned his back to me, so I seized the opportunity to run to the bathroom. As I got up, it was apparent that we had made up. I found a shiny gold condom wrapper on the floor by my side of the bed, and another by the foot of the bed. I chuckled. I walked my naked body to the washroom. I relieved myself, and hopped in the shower. As I washed last night away, my stomach began to growl. After my shower, I threw on my robe, and strutted back to the bedroom. Derick was still sleep.

"Babe, Im about to cook. Do you want something?" I asked.

"Coffee." his muffled response came from under the pillow.

"Anything else?"

"Nah, that's it."

I whipped up some eggs and toast for the both of us, Derick had a habit of trying to snatch food off my plate. I set the food on the table, and put the coffee on.

"Babe, I made you some eggs and toast too, it'll help if you're hungover." I yelled from the kitchen. Just as I poured our cups of coffee, I heard the bathroom door shut. Shortly after I heard the shuffle of flip flops headed to the kitchen.

"Man, that smells really good Marco."

As I turned around, my heart dropped as quickly as the coffee mugs hit the floor. I was so shocked, I didn't even feel the hot coffee splatter on my legs.

"Hasaan?"


To be continued....