“Don’t pass out yet. Are you here to try to hurt the Wilders? Do you have any bad intentions towards them?”
“No,” I mumbled. “But they have bad intentions towards me.” I let out a sigh. “I’m pretty sure that Maverik would murder me if he thought he could get away with it.” I rolled over to get away from her. “I just want to dance.”
I let myself sink into the comfortable darkness that rose up to cradle me. I heard Abby talking on the phone in a low voice, but I was too out of it to follow the conversation. Eventually, even that disappeared from my awareness, and there was only the darkness. The sweet, comforting darkness.
Chapter 25
Katya
I woke up with a pounding headache, and my mouth was so dry I thought my tongue might be glued to the roof of my mouth. I staggered to the bathroom and used a handful of water to try to rinse out my mouth. I looked up at myself in the mirror and saw bleary, bloodshot eyes with dark bags underneath. I took another handful of water from the faucet, but this time I tried to swallow it. Nausea hit, and I barely made it to the toilet in time. I went through this cycle several times before I was finally able to keep down some water and brush my teeth.
When I hobbled back into my room on my sore legs, the sun coming through the windows was so bright that it shot a spear of pain right into my eyes and through my brain. I squinted as I made my way over to the windows to fling the curtains closed. Once the room was a little more comfortable, I sat back down on my bed.
I wanted to just curl back up into bed and go back to sleep, but I had the nagging urge that I was supposed to do something. When I grabbed my phone to check for messages, I was shocked to find out that I had lost an entire day. It was now six in the evening on Wednesday.
Panic set in, and I tried to think of the last thing that I could remember. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. I spent the morning in my studio since Abby wasn’t coming over until the afternoon. I wracked my brain, and slowly a little more came back to me. I’d taken shots with Kingston and had a weird confrontation in my bathroom. But after that, there was nothing.
I unlocked my phone to text Abby and saw that I had one message form her around ten this morning.
Abby: Text me when you get up! I had to go back to campusī
Had Abby and I had so much to drink that the entire night was wiped from my memory? I knew people could get blackout drunk, but I never thought that would be me. I looked around my room for the evidence, but only saw two half-empty glasses of pink stuff. I gave one a sniff. Yup, definitely alcohol. I decided to text Abby.
Me: Hey Abby!
Abby: You’re alive!
Me: Barely. WTF did we drink last night?
Abby: Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
Me: I think I might be dying.
Abby: Awwww, your first hangover. Drink some Gatorade and take some painkillers.
Me: How much did I drink? I don’t remember anything.
I saw the little dots that meant she was typing an answer, but then they disappeared as if she deleted her text before sending it. That was weird. Before I could send her another WTF text, I saw her typing again.
Abby: We got into Kingston’s stash of Patron and finished a bottle by ourselves.
I rubbed my head, but it did nothing to ease the searing pain. We must not have been drinking up here because there was no evidence of an empty bottle of Patron. I sighed. I guess it was a good thing that I had managed to make it back up to my bed before passing out. I laid back in my bed and debated. Stay here and suffer? Or go in search of Gatorade and pain killers?
I decided at this moment that I was never going to drink like that ever again. I felt terrible, I didn’t remember anything, so I didn’t even know if I had fun while I was drunk, and I had lost an entire day to a blackout. This was awful.
I shuffled downstairs and groaned when I heard Kingston’s voice in the kitchen. But I was too