~ASHLEY~
I didn't know how I got back home yesterday. All I knew was that I was back in my hotel room, and I had no strength left in me to cry. I was just so drained. The only energy I had left in me was what I used in taking a shower and changing into my nightwear before getting under my covers and drifting off to sleep, allowing myself to embrace the escape it could offer. Even though I knew it was momentary.
The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing, irritating the crap out of me. I was too tired to move a limb, let alone throw the covers off my body and go get the door.
"Who the hell is it?!" I snapped, utterly irritated. I didn't even know I had that much strength in me to snap at someone. When I realized the incessant ringing wouldn't stop, I got out of bed and slid my feet into my flip-
