Chapter Twenty Two

Zara Howard

A loud scream jolts me out of my slumber. I winced as I felt a thumping headache. As much as I understand alcoholics using alcohol to escape reality, I am not a fan of the after-effects.

"Jesus! Scarlett, for the love of God, can you tone it down?" I complain as I walk to the living room. If she is about to lecture me about my clothes lying around or how I didn't do the dishes, I am really not in the mood for it.

I got home around two o'clock last night and considering the eventful evening that I had, I passed out as soon as my body hit the bed. I check the time and it's 5 PM already. Jeez, I literally slept through the whole day. I wonder how long would I continue to sleep if Scarlett's screech didn't wake me up.

As soon as I see her face, blood drains out of my face. She looks at me with fear evident on her tear-stained face. I glance down to see her holding onto a sheet of paper that seems like a letter.

"Are you okay, Scarlett? Are you hurt? What is going on?" I ask