(Helen's POV)
I wake up to sunlight burning through my eyelids.
My head is pounding and my mouth is dry as sand.
I'm on a couch.
Not mine. Not anywhere I recognize.
I sit up too fast. The room spins.
I'm wearing my clothes. Sort of. My bra is hanging on one shoulder. My skirt is twisted. One shoe is missing and the rest of my clothes scattered on the ground.
What happened?
I try to remember. The bar. The drinks. Mark.
Oh God. Mark.
I look around the room. Empty. No sign of him.
Just me. On this couch. With my clothes disheveled and no memory of how I got here.
No.
No, no, no.
This can't be happening.
I find my other shoe. My purse. My phone.
The screen is full of notifications but I ignore them. I just need to get out of here. Need to get home. Need to shower and forget thi
