Chapter 8

The next morning

Heather POV

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s get this show on the road.” I let out a long groan that sent pain shooting through my brain and buried my head under my pillow as Dawn barged into my room screaming about road shows and opening the curtains. If I had the energy, I’d throw the extra pillow at her. “Go away” is all I can manage to get out before the blankets are pulled off me and someone is forcing me to sit up. “Come on let’s get into the shower. That should help a little, maybe.”

The next thing I know, I’m hit with a blast of cold water, my eyes spring open and Dawn is walking out the door telling me I have fifteen minutes to shower, get dressed and get down to breakfast or she’s coming back and I won’t like the consequences. I realize that I’m still in my bathing suit and t-shirt from yesterday, I strip them off and leave them on the bottom of the shower while I finish washing. I step out of the shower, dry off, and head back to my room to get dress