Ellie’s POV
I am woken the next morning by the loud sound of my phone ringing. I blindly reach for my bedside table, desperately needing to make the bloody sound stop. As I reach around I realize I cannot feel it anywhere. Thankfully, it stops ringing.
I roll over and throw a pillow over my head, praying for another hour of sleep. My prayers are not answered when the ringing starts up once again. I begrudgingly sit up to get my bearings and to find where the horribly, shill noise is coming from.
Realizing that the sound is coming from across the room, where my purse from last night is neatly placed. I get up to reach the offending noise maker and realize I have no idea how I got to my bed last night. The last thing I remember was Avery driving us back to ours.
My head snaps
