I wake up feeling like someone has taken a jackhammer to my p***y. I rub it, finding it slightly swollen and sore. I feel the ache in my neck and rub that too. I feel welts under my finger and get out of bed to check them in the mirror.
I slide my feet across the bed and plant them on the floor. My legs feel worse than after the day Eli had put me to run at his gym. My legs tremble, giving out and I fall to the ground.
I hit the ground with a thud. "Ah, crap." I try again but to no avail. I feel weak and in pain.
I crawl across the ground to the dresser to grab my phone. I check the time and it's after 12pm. I freak out at the realisation that I'm seriously late for work. I start to panic.
I've never called in late before and I've never not given Joe ample notice of my absence. I do
