~BROOKE~
The house is quiet the moment I wake up almost eight in the morning. It's normal, just like any other day has been over the last several years. I get up and head to the bathroom going about my morning routine.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and frown. Why do I look like I have spent the whole night being beaten? From the bed-head leaving my hair in disarray, my eyes look haunted and tired as if I haven't just woken up from an eight hour sleep. I don't even look like a vampire. I'm supposed to be hot and sexy no matter the time of the day.
I can't bear looking at that reflection so I hope into the shower quickly to try and restore my normal form. The moment the first cold droplets hit my skin, everything that happened last night comes tumbling back. How could I forget t
