Theresa woke up feeling a heavy thing sitting on her head. She really had it going last night. Now she imagined herself jugging down a whole bottle of wine. Theresa was never fond of alcohol. A glass of wine would be enough to keep the nightmares away. But a whole bottle? She was definitely wasted.
She looked around trying to get a hold of her phone. Her head was throbbing still. Walking to the bathroom, she stepped on something hard on the floor. It was her phone. She took it inside the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet seat, she tried to open one of her eyes to see any messages. Good thing she had none from the hospital. Chad already had 45 missed calls. Several ones from last night and earlier this morning. She looked at the time. It was already ten in the morning.
Theresa quickly got
