Chapter Fifty-six

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I had a headache, but most importantly, my body was sore. I tried to sit up, and pain ran through my whole body. I bit into my lips and managed to sit up.

It made sense why my whole body hurt now; I was lying on the floor, and two bottles of vodka and several shots were lying around. There was also a knife and a drawing that I presumed to be Brian's because his name was on it, but it did not look anything like him. Several holes in the paper must've been made with the knife.

I did not have much of a headache because Kelly was grappling with the vodka bottle yesterday.

She was also lying on the ground near the television, and she looked completely trashed. I managed to stand up even though I swerved a bit. I went to the water dispenser and grabbed a cup of water. I downed it, but it still did not do much.

I grabbed my phone from the bed; there were three missed calls. I turned the data on and saw messages from Reagan.

He asked if we were okay in