46| Bruises

"Jayna, you can't keep doing this to me," my mom scolded on the other end of my phone.

Ryan had just left my room and I was about to fall asleep when I had an incoming call from my mom. I had several missed calls from her already, and aside from texting, we hadn't talked much since I left for Siesta Key. So, despite my intense desire to sleep, I had answered on the third ring.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't know I texted you last night." I was surprised to hear that I sent her anything, because I didn't remember any details from my night. But, sure enough, when I looked through my phone this morning, there was indeed a text to my mom.

Essentially, it was a bunch of gibberish along with the word, "drug." I could see how she'd be concerned. Had I been in my right mind, I would never have texted my mom. It just worried her for no reason.

"Well, you did text me. What did your message mean? Are those boys making you do drugs?" She asked.

"No mom, of course not. Look, everything's fine, and I d