The decision

                         

           Anita's POV 

"Anna you're drunk" I said, stating the obvious.

"Drunk? I'm not drunk" She chuckled. 

"Let me take you to your room"

"No need for that! I can walk" she said, staggering..

"Don't be stubborn! I'll help you" I insisted, holding her arm.

I assisted her to her room..

She laid lazily on her bed. I pulled off her shoe and jacket.

I wonder what is wrong with Anna?

I got a bowl of water and cleaned her face, this will help with the hangover. 

I heaved a sigh and turned to leave but she stopped me..

"Anita please don't leave" she said,sitting up..

"What's wrong? Why did you get yourself drunk?" I asked, sitting close to her..

"Anita...he..Frederick" she stuttered..

"Frederick?" I repeated. " Did you visit