Ava woke up in her bed the next day, to her surprise. Her head banged like crazy. She couldn't really remember everything that had happened the previous night, but she at least remembered she had drunk quite a lot.
She'd submerged herself in that ocean. She tried to remember how she got home, but it was all fuzzy.
Her head in her hands, she got out of bed and strode to the kitchen. The headache was unbearable.
She grabbed a can of water from the fridge and drank slowly. She finished the can, but she didn't take it anymore.
She didn't want a repeat of what had happened at Darrell's house.
At the thought of Darrell, she paused and leaned against the kitchen cabinet. Now, she wished she hadn't met him that night. This was a twist of fate that she didn't appreciate it one bit.
