Wicked Games 2

Chelsea

For one whole minute when my eyes opened I was totally oblivious to everything that, had happened the night before. I actually smiled. And that’s when it hit me.

My father was dead.

Like a freight train, it overcame me, a sob tearing its way out of my lips.

My father was dead and I had forgotten. I had woken up and smiled because I was in a bed that smelt of Wicked. What kind of daughter did that make me? What kind of lousy ass daughter?

“Chelsea?” Avery was there. Her hair sticking up in every direction as she skidded to a halt in the doorway. She looked like hell. Which was probably exactly how I looked as well. “What happened?” Her eyes were wild as they swept around the room. It was like she was expecting some kind of danger.

“Nothing…” I was sobbing too hard to talk properly. “I just forgot… Avery I forgot.” A great hiccuping sob ripped from me.

“Oh, Chels.” She crossed the room in an instant. Wrapping her arms around me so she could pull my head into her shoulder.