Chapter Thirteen

Day 4

Avery's point of view

Drunkenness was a bitch. People who got drunk wanted to forget their problems even though it was for a little while. But I doubt the hangover that normally followed made the drinking worthwhile.

My head hurt like a bitch and the sunlight burned my eyes. Who even opened the curtains without caring whether someone was in the room with the worst headache in the world, I felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull and it hurt badly. Like really badly.

"You should have thought about the hangover before getting yourself drunk with Rose" Someone said from the door or from my side. I did not really know "You look like shit" Ryan added. He dropped a glass of water and some pills on the table.

"I feel like shit " I looked around me, wincing in pain from the headache. Unfamiliar territory yet familiar if that made sense "Where am I?"I asked after a while. I threw the pills into the back of my mouth, careful for it not to touch my tongue and stain it with it's