CHAPTER FORTY SIX
LAMON’S POV
I can't feel my head. It feels like there is someone playing drums repeatedly and unforgivingly inside my skull, not bothering about the excruciating pain they were putting me through. I can't open my eyes and nor can I stand the slightest form of movement or noise. I groan before pulling myself into sitting position, my head held captive between the palms of my hands with eyes tightly shut. What the f**k happened yesterday? I try to recollect events from yesterday night but the more I try the more pain I put myself into.
I take a deep breath willing myself to remember despite the pain and the last thing I can remember is being driven home completely drunk by flex and finding everyone else by the poolside drinking which was then followed by taking tequila
