“Austin,” a voice rumbles through the fog.
I lift a hand that feels heavy as lead. “Go ‘way,” I mumble.
“Austin.” This time the voice is accompanied by a shake.
The voice is pulling me back to reality, and I fight it. “No.”
“AUSTIN you sorry excuse, wake the f**k up now.”
I’m unceremoniously yanked up by my shirt collar and dumped on the floor. I’m awake, now. And pissed as hell. Who in the f**k has broken into my apartment? “What the everloving f**k,” I say as I rise, attempting to sweep the cobwebs from my brain. My brain is having none of it.
I recognize my brother just before his fist makes contact with my face in a punch that sends me spinning back to the floor. Pain explodes below my left eye. I don’t think he’s broken my eye socket, but I’m going to have a shiner worthy of a p
