Finding Guillotine

Ethan’s P.O.V

I got out of bed, my feet touching the cold marble floor, it was probably the hangover from last night but I have a brain-splitting headache.

I couldn’t even sleep properly, as guilt laid off my head, I groaned internally pushing myself from the bed. I turned on the faucet and hot water rushed out of the shower, heating my now frigid body, the memories of me assaulting Valentina fresh in my mind.

How could I even do something like that? It was impossible because I don’t remember doing something like that. I spent all night in the hotel room and I remember drinking so much and going to sleep early, I even woke up earlier than Travis.

A short gasp escaped my lips when I realized that it was probably because of the alcohol, I don’t have this memory because of the alcohol.

It was impossible, that wasn’t the first time I had gotten drunk, and I would never hurt Valentina in that type of way. I… would never…

I clasped the towel in my hair, trying to get it dry as fast as pos