Rose POV
I need to get out of here. Damn I can't do this anymore. I'm definitely not jumping out the window even though I did consider it. My parkour skills aren't of a high enough ability to climb down and I know that I'm never gonna be a dare devil nor a suicidal jumper.
Yes, I have anxiety but if I continue taking my medication, I should be fine. Maybe Mr Brooke has my phone, I left it.....
Oh wait, I know where I left it. I reached down my bra and grabbed my phone. I left it where it wouldn't get stolen along with my money and house key. It's actually alright as long as you wear a loose outfit to hide the shape of it.
I just can't believe I got so damn drunk that I passed out. Maybe Mr Brooke was right, maybe I was drugged but who would want to drug me. I guess it's got to be on
