soft sigh as I’m left with nothing but my thoughts. I have to get out of here. If I sit in bed for much longer I’m going to drive myself insane. I know Nic is going to find Jude and put an end to my suffering. It's a fact. It’s as true as saying that the sky is blue or that I have a stubborn streak, but it doesn’t change the fact that it happened and it certainly does nothing to ease the torturous memories that have continuously sailed through my mind since I first woke up.
I peel myself out of bed and get up to my feet. I’m not going to lie, it’s not the first time I’ve been drugged but that time was by accident and possibly a little self-inflicted. Sebastian and I were screwing around with some pills that we’d found and apparently, it wasn’t the good stuff. I’d taken the wrong one and Nic, Kai, and Eli were quick to let Sebastian know what they thought of that. The poor guy couldn’t walk for a week.
I was taken care of and in safe hands, nothing at all like what happened last night. The next morning had sucked. I was wobbly on my feet and my mind was foggy until I could sleep it off and I’m assuming today is going to be the same.
I push up to my feet and hold onto the wall. My legs feel like jelly but for the most part, I think the drug is out of my system. I slowly start creeping toward the bathroom, silently thanking whoever lives above that Nic decided to go. I don't want him to see me like this. He would have stayed and insisted on helping me with every tiny little thing.
Holding onto the glass of the shower, I somehow manage to lean in and turn on the taps and after stripping off my clothes—clothes that certainly don’t belong to me or Nic—I search through the bathroom drawers for some pain-killers.
As I stand under the hot water and scrub the feel of his hands off my body, my mind wanders. It doesn’t make sense to me that Jude has run, not after the beating he took from Colton last night. He must be some kind of superhuman to have woken early and run out of here before Nic found him. From the sound of it, Nic’s been here all night and if Jude was there when he arrived, he wouldn’t be out searching for him now. It’s a two-hour drive from Breakers Flats and assuming Colton called him right after I passed out, that gives Jude two hours to regain consciousness and make a run for it.
Not fucking possible. Not after that beating. Jude would have been out for hours.
Something doesn’t add up here.
My mind takes me back to the fogginess of last night. I remember Colton coming and looking for me and I remember the way his eyes had locked onto mine, the fury, the jealousy, the rage. I remember it all.
He nearly killed him and then he took me away from my nightmare. He held me in my arms and murmured, begging for me to be okay, but then he said something else just as my world was fading to black.
‘Spence, I need your help.’
They know something. They know where he is. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
I fly out of the shower and pull Colton’s shirt back over my head before curling my hair up into a big clip. Underwear and sweatpants go on and a second later, I’m storming out the door to the huge mansion that still baffles me.
The clean-up crew is here and busy and resentment settles within me. I was supposed to enjoy that party and I was supposed to earn a shitload of cash helping these guys clean it up. Instead, I'm cleaning up a different mess entirely. A mess that should never have been made.
By the time I reach the stairs that lead up to Colton’s bedroom, my legs are starting to feel the burn. The pain-killers and the hot shower certainly worked their magic but there’s only so much they can do, but I’m not stopping. I don’t even care if I have to sit at the top for ten minutes before slamming my way through Colton’s door. I will be getting answers and I don’t care how I have to get them.
It’s some kind of miracle that I get to the top and