Chapter Five

I peeled my eyes open and the bright sunlight stung like a bitch. My mouth was so dry I could have sworn I'd be able to huff out dust. I was laying on my stomach on the couch, arm hanging off the side and face almost touching the floor. How I hadn't fallen off the couch and smashed my face in, I didn't know. While hauling my tired body up to sit on the couch, my bones cracked and crunched like I was eighty years old. I closed my eyes and groaned while dragging my hands down my face, hoping I could somehow pull away the crappy hangover, but it didn't work.

When I opened my eyes again they widened with shock. I was completely butt-ass naked and my hands were covered in blood. I didn't know whose blood it was, but I knew it wasn't mine, because apart from a few aches, pains and a thumping headache, I didn't feel like I had any wounds. When I finally lifted my head to glance around the room, my stomach flipped at the sight before me and if I hadn't immediately swallowed the vomit down tha