7: Leave

A headache woke me up, followed by the sound of running water. I pressed a pillow to my face, begging the sound to stop. 

Who was in my bathroom? 

Becca and Fumi, as crazy as they were, knew better than to walk into my room when I was asleep. My hand reached for the phone that should be on the nightstand but connected with something else.

I pulled the pillow down. There was a glass of water and some pills on the stool. A stool? I didn’t have a stool by my bed. I sat up. 

Where the hell was I? 

The ache between my legs brought back some memories. I hid my face in my palms and groaned. I slept with a stranger. 

A stranger fucked me, and I loved it. I… I wanted more. I craved him like a drug.

God. I banged the side of my head as the other memories trickled in. That bastard, Ian. Waylen made so good on his promise, though. I was done with Ian. The objects in my vision danced. But I managed to get the