SAMANTHA’S POV

I woke up with a start. This room was different, exotic but with plain designs. It was smaller than the room I slept in every other day. I looked around confused for a while. Why was I? I tried to get my thoughts in track, starting from the episode with Lucas.

"Just great," I murmured, tossing aside the comforter from my body. I remembered leaving Lucas and coming to sleep in the guest room. I laid back on the bed and folded my hands in my belly while I stared at the ceiling. My thoughts drifted back to him, how was he doing? Was he more sober?

I sat up straight. I shouldn't be thinking of that bleeping idiot that made me feel less of myself. I stayed laid back on the bed for a while, digesting everything that was happening one at a time. I had to change into fresh clothes and also take a shower. And my breath smelled of rotten croissants– I needed a wash.

I rolled out of the bed. And ran my fingers through my hair, before tying it up in a bun. As much as I didn't want to, I had to go