Chapter 23
He must’ve passed out at some point after sobbing and pounding the floor. He woke to the morning light with his face pressed into the carpet in the living room. He pushed himself up with shaky arms.
For half a second, he was in that glorious stage of just waking up, of the one moment before reality set in and he remembered last night. His head ached, his throat ached, but his heart ached the worst. It was almost as bad as the day after Austin had died. How he’d woken up, then remembered his brother was dead, and wanted to go back to sleep.
He stood and felt a damp spot on his knee. He was still naked, and when he looked down he saw that there was a spot of vomit pressed into the carpet and all over his leg. So, he had thrown up again and then slept in it. Nice.
He got some p
