Chapter 17

My head was in agony when I woke up in the morning. My mouth felt dry and I my face felt red from how much I had cried last night. Make up still covered my face, making me feel even more disgusting than I already felt.

Vomit threatened to make its way up my throat before I swallowed it back, craving aspirin to aid my hangover. I wiped the remaining make up from my face before cleaning my teeth and tying my hair up on top of my head.

The thought of how disgusting the house...