Chapter Eighteen

“Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes”

–Elle Wheeler Wilcox

HEAVEN

I woke up that morning with a pounding headache, throbbing ache between my legs, and clear memory of the things I’d done and said last night.

I rarely ever got drunk but when I did, I don't usually have a clear memory the following day. Why now?

'Unless you want to help me?'

'Oh, you wouldn't want to'

I winced at the memory of what I had said.

"Shit!" I cursed loudly, covering my face with my blanket and kicking my feet on the bed.

I was more than embarrassed. How do I face him now?

Taking in deep breaths, I stood up on my feet and sauntered to the bathroom. I ran myself a warm bath and spent almost half an hour soaking in the warm water like I was forcing myself to sober up. But if I was to face the truth, I was taking my sweet time in doing my business because I was half hoping that I would not run into him if I did so.

It took me almost an hour before I left the bath