Chapter 8

I awoke to a dark room. From my position, and my comfort, I could tell I was in my bed. I slowly opened my eyes. My head was pounding, and my vision was spotty for a few moments. I groaned as I sat up. Amanda was curled up in the fetal position in the back of my mind.

Were you there for all of that? I asked her.

She groaned, Yes, I was. I just sat back and listened.

She left it at that, and went back to curling up. I knew she wasn’t going to be fine for a little bit. I just needed to give her time.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, my feet dangling off the edge of my bed. My curtains were closed, leaving my room very dark.

I grunted as I stood up. My legs almost gave out beneath me, but I caught myself on the bedpost. I was wearing a pair of black basketball shorts, and my favorite neon blue sports bra.

Slowly, I walked over and threw my curtains open.

I heard someone grumble behind me, and I whirled around hissing. Dylan was in my recliner, waking up. His hair was messy, and it loo