Ten.

Aria's POV

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Ryan reluctantly agrees with the doctor that I take a course of pain medication. The medication doesn’t agree with me or maybe it was the whisky that Ryan gave me. It has me slurring my words and fighting against Ryan as he tries to keep me in bed.

I try hurling things at him, but they never make it any further than a few feet, not even close to hitting him. At first he laughed at me, making jokes about how I was too weak to do anything, but that just angered me more. I was fed up with being the weak one.

“Aria, get into bed!”

“Make me!” I snap back at him as I stumble around the bedroom. Was this what it was like to be drunk? It wasn’t a nice feeling.

I hear the growl. Instead of backing down, I turn to face him, dropping into a defensive stance. He seems surprised when I growl back. Throwing his hands up in the air as he rolls his eyes at me and walks out.

“Where are you going?” I call out down the hallway but he keeps walking