HAZEL
I’m back....
And whatever I did last night, whatever they did while I was drunk, I didn’t come back here on my own.
What the hell?
What the hell happened last night?
And how the hell did I get back here?
How the hell did I f*****g get back here?
I hate this house. I hate this room. The last thing I wanted was to come here against my will. What.....did Nico carry me out of the room? Is Axel back? Did he take me out of the presidential suite?
They didn’t even have the dignity to talk to me. To tell me they were moving me from one place to another. This is kidnapping. This is a violation.
The thought hits me and I laugh....sharp, broken. Even my own sound hurts my ears, since I’m still riding that drunk high.
My head is pounding. My mouth is dry. I’m hungover. I’m hungry.
