CHAPTER 24

I sit up and groan in pain. My head is killing me. I shut my eyes for what feels like the thousand time and snort in frustration.

I swear, last night was the last time I was taking alcohol. I feel terrible. I don’t remember what happened last night. Apart from the stranger being yanked away from me. That’s all I remember.

Shit!

I open my eyes and look at Trey. He is leaning against the nightstand studying me intently. I look away fast, scared of his angry eyes and run my hands on my face. I need to pee. I need to take some painkillers and I need to throw up.

I scurry out of bed and notice that I’m naked.

How did I get here? How did I take off my clothes if I was drunk? How?

“I said we should talk. Where are you going?”

“To pee. Or am I supposed to pee here?” I ask with a glare and walk to the bathroom. I kneel and align my head with the bowl, throwing up everything I ate and drank last night. I feel dry. I feel dehydrated and even emaciated.

I flash the toilet and sit. The door opens