47. Sweet Escape

MEGHAN

Agreeing to meet with Chase to break up with him must have been the worst idea of my entire, short life.

Drenched in a cold sweat, I sat with my back pressed into the cushions of a plane seat. There were voices around me, but my mind couldn't focus on them long enough to hear what they were saying.

Good Lord.

How did I get into this mess?

I tried to think back, remembering Chase pushing me to write something to my parents. There were also short memories from the phone call Chase forced me to make with my mother.

That's right...

Chase made me speak to everyone, and I was handed a glass of water. Drinking whatever was inside made me dizzy. Now, minute by minute, more of me was coming back, yet I still felt exhausted.

My eyelids were sticky, barely able to keep themselves open, and my head rang with a loud migraine.

That water Chase offered me must have been spiked with drugs. It would explain my parched throat at the throbbing in my temples. I couldn't function like a nor