I wake up with a headache that makes me want to crawl into a ball and die. I look over at my bedside table and see a bottle of water and aspirin and I silently thank whoever had brought it. I hope it was my cousin. My aunt would kill me if she found out that I had gotten drunk, especially a week after being released from my punishment. I decide to get up and get ready for work, figuring that I have to be there at ten and my aunt will come barging in at 9:15. I still have an hour.
By the time I'm ready, the medicine has kicked in and I feel ready to face the day, aside from the urge to go back to sleep and the hunger that has possessed me. I take my phone off the charger, which I surprisingly remembered to plug in last night. I look at my messages and my eyes widen when I skim Maddox's tex
