RULE NUMBER SEVENTY FIVE

My head feels like it had been used as a sledge hammer the night before, and every slight movement hurts. With a groan, I manage to pull myself up to a sitting position, trying to get my bearings. Through one eye, the first thing I notice is the room, i am back in my room, and I am alone.

Trying to remember what led to this moment only brought about more pain, like needles were injected into the sides of my head. The next thing I spot is a bottle of water and Advil, that pointed to the fact that I may not be alone in here, however I cannot hear past the pounding in my head, so I quickly swallow the meds and with a wince I set out to find the man whom I hope was in the kitchen.

He wasn’t. The whole house is silent, save for the hum from the air conditioner, I am completely alone. Hobbling to the sofa, I try my best to recall anything I could from last night, the only thing I remember was downing beer like my life depended on it, simply because he was punishing me.

I could have handle