Chapter 18

EVERETT

I sit on the toilet seat, having second thoughts about what I ate last night for my stomach to hurt this badly. Then I remember I drank a lot on an empty stomach. The rest of the night--after I saw my boyfriend hooking up with my best friend--comes back to me at lightning speed. I press a hand against my tummy, willing the physical pain to fade away along with the emotional pain thrashing around the walls of my heart.

My stomach growls loudly, but nothing comes out. I put my face in my hands as sweat beads line the entirety of my hairline.

God, did I really do all of that?

I forced myself on Mr Waylon fucking Thorne, and he let me?

I know I can be a drunken nuisance to be around when I get that drunk, but what in the love of all things good and holy?

Why did I have to want him last night?

How am I supposed to face him now?

Then, my mind skips to the part where he put me in a cab, and before he put me inside it, he held my hands in his and spoke some words. Those words stab me