"Aarrgg!" Davis yelped cos he fell on his hurting arm.

He quickly rolled Samantha off himself and stood, placing the arm in front of him as he stood still.

"F**k it" he muttered, holding the arm still.

It was so painful that he felt the pains in his skull, tears almost came out of his eyes.

He stood like that for close to five minutes before getting himself together, then he looked at her and sighed.

"Where did she get alcohol from?" He asked himself, looking at his shirt which is still stained with her puke.

He entered the bathroom at once and pulled off the shirt, then he came...