Celeste sat back, curled up against the door, slamming her head against that very door again and again and regretting the events of the night before.
“Even if I had gotten drunk and done all of that, why did I have to remember it?”
She cried, not wanting to remember the embarrassing memories of the night before.
The last she could remember well was, when Chris got her out of the pub, holding her arm over his shoulder and walking her out of the pub but soon her memory lit up as she remembered that she wasn’t with Chris anymore but in fact in Charlie’s car, with him driving.
“How did I end up with him?”
She tried hard to close her eyes and remember well if he had picked her up from the pub or if something else happened that made Charlie come after her but she just couldn’t replace that
