Chapter 11I blinked my eyes. They were foggy and I kept blinking to clear my vision. Slowly the room around me came into focus, and I found myself staring at my own ceiling.
I sat up. Soft morning light filtered into the bedroom. I grabbed my phone where it lay face down on the nightstand, and checked it. It was eight-thirty, Friday morning. I hadn’t lost too much time. A million questions crashed down on me.
How had I gotten home? What had happened after the fight last night? I groaned, the weight of humiliation dragging me down like a weight around my ankles; if a fight was even what I could call it. Where had the rest of the night gone? What had I done in the black void that stretched from then until now?
I couldn’t remember anything. The last thing I remembered were those eyes, bl
