Chapter 16: The Night I Can’t Remember

Montana

The next morning dawns bright… a little too bright.

“Make it stop,” I groan, placing a pillow over my face to block out the much-too-bright sun as the incessant pounding in my head continues. “Uh,” I whimper, clutching the pillow tight. I’ve never had a hangover that caused such a loud pounding in my head.

“Montana,” a woman yells. “Open your door.” Immediately, the annoying pounding resumes.

I throw the pillow from my face, moaning as I roll to place my feet on the floor of the spinning room.

“Hey, why’d you do that?” Carson grumbles from the other side of my bed. I freeze, staring dumbfounded.

Well, I guess that happened. I search my foggy brain. I can’t recall the two of us returning to my room.

“Montana,” the woman’s voice calls again from the other side of the door.

I grab a t-shirt from the floor, pulling it over my head while approaching the door. I quickly check to ens