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The morning light burns its way through my eyelids. I fight hard to keep them closed, but I can’t. As soon as I open them, as soon as the world reforms around me, the pain in my head kicks in, followed by the rancid taste of vodka in my mouth. I rub my forehead and eyes, and then sit up in bed.
Where the hell am I?
My stinging eyes scan my surroundings. Ivy’s bedroom. How the hell did I end up here?
But then I remember being blind drunk, getting the key from the vase, and walking in. I must have just passed out on the bed.
I see myself throwing Thea’s phone across the kitchen, breaking it to bits against the wall. Why?
Thea’s f*******: messages. She’s planning to run away with Jared.
“s**t!” Did I shout at her? I must have.
I see myself making her a hot chocolate, swaying up the
