Fifteen

Alex

I woke up with a painstakingly wicked headache that threatened to split my brain in half.

I didn’t even drink, but the stress and frustration that accumulated inside of me was enough to cause me pain.

My room was bright, and the sunlight that spewed in made me distinguish that it was mid-afternoon.

I sat up, resting my aching head against the headboard behind me, the events of last night running through my mind like a film.

After Vanessa’s attempt to bed me last night, even going as far as to strip down to her bare form, I had had enough and I was forced to knock her out cold. Just thinking about it made my blood boil, I hate having filthy hands on me, it makes me feel dirty.

Early this morning, after last night’s incident, I had almost made the rash decision of giving in my resignation letter to Derek after everything and just quit bartending as a whole.

It kinda sucked to know that despite how I felt, I couldn’t really leave my job, at least not yet.

I drove away from her h