27: Drunk

Brian’s POV

She was holding me. Looking at me with worry etched on her face as she helped me inside my house. I slurred some words as I fell on the bed. She turned to leave but stopped. Spinning to me as her brown curls followed the motion, I saw her- Ny Jessica contemplating but then moved to pull off my shoes and socks. Then the door opened…

I awoke with a pounding ache in my head, rolling to the other side of the bed. I slipped one eye open, taking in my surroundings. The ceramic jug on the shelf indicated that I was in my room so I opened my eyes fully. I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling, I could hear my eardrums throbbing loudly in my ears. Gosh! How much did I drink?

The door creaked open and I twisted my neck to the side. Angela stepped in, glancing at me as she dropped a cup of water and some tablets beside me. “You are awake. Take this.” She picked them up.

I slowly slid up, letting my head fall back to the headboard. My brows scrunched as memories of the