DOWNING MANSION
POV GREY
The next morning, I woke up with a hangover from h*ll. The sunlight streaming in through my window is usually a pleasure to wake up to in the morning. Now it just felt like the sun was punching my eyes. I pulled the covers tightly over my head, groaning at the pain.
I smelled awful; the sheets kept in the stench from the pub. I reached my hand out and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. It was 12 in the afternoon. I hadn't slept this late since I was in secondary school. I also saw that I had 20 missed calls from both of my parents, and several text messages waiting for me.
I swiped through the messages. Almost all of them were talking about last night, and 'how could I do this'. Confused, I clicked a link Brandon had sent me. It was from one of those sh*tty
