CAILY
I hear booming music and try to get up.
“Ouch!”
I feel some splitting pain in my head and decide not to.
“It will be louder if you don’t get your ass up!” his voice is irritating and he is rude. This is rude by the way. You don’t do this to someone who has a hangover.
“Turn it off.” I say with a groan and try to open my eyes but shut them fast when the light, coming from outside pierces them.
Does he have to be this way really? He was so caring last night and I thought he had changed but no. This one will never change. He will always be an ass and I can’t wait to just go back home to Harley.
I sit up and lay my head on the headboard then glare at him.
“Turn it off.” This is so irritating.
“Get your ass up first.”
This guy is a psycho. One mood this time around and another
