A Trophy

Billie Bob Taylor 

I regretted so many of my life choices. Like how did I suddenly become a long distance runner whilst wearing leather boots with spurs, and a warm tracksuit in the Mediterranean heat? Why did I get back into the Rolls Royce instead of sticking to my guns? 

I was now facing the consequences to my actions as I laid in a cold bed after vomiting my intestines out. I was bloated, had a massive headache from both the morning sickness and crying, my nose was blocked from sobbing and my feet were aching from running. 

In a fit of anger I kicked Benedito out of the room and told him to sleep in the guest bedroom. I regretted the choice now since the bed felt colder than normal. With a groan I sat up and with a hiss stood up from the bed. I slowly opened the bedroom door and tip toed my way to the guest bedroom he was sleeping in.