chapter 21

Adam Wilson

Today, waking up felt like dying. My head hurts so bad and I'm still in the same clothes from yesterday. How did I even get here?

I don't remember a single thing from last night. All I know, I was at the casino again with Henry Fetcher. That guy was good at the games and immune to alcohol. As for me, I get sloshed easily.

I managed to stand up from the bed but as soon as I did, my head spun around. I closed my eyes and sat down again, trying to regain consciousness.

I looked and saw my phone and wallet on my bedside table. I checked them and everything was intact. The only person that could be responsible for this is Sophia.

Did she bring me home last night and see me in my drunken state? That was most likely the case. Fuck. I hope I didn't embarrass myself.

I ran my hands through my hair only to find out that they were sticky and wet.

"What the hell did you do last night Adam!?" I scolded myself.

I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 1:24pm. I gently got off the be