Jagger POV“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hear Dash ask, but I ignore him and roll to my stomach, holding the pillow and shoving it over my head. The pillow disappears as soon as I do it, and Dash keeps talking. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” He asks. “Fuck off,” I bark, grabbing the other pillow, but Dash removes it from my hand, and I snap my eyes open, but the sunlight blinds me almost immediately, forcing me to close my eyes once more. I groan in frustration as I sit up, placing my feet on the floor, my hands covering my face, and my elbows resting on my knees. “Fuck, go have a shower, you fucking stink, and get fucking dressed, I’ll make coffee.” Dash barks at me before he leaves my room, slamming the door. I flinch with the noise as my head pounds. I can’t remember the last time I drank like this. Lies, I can remember. I went down a rabbit hole so bad it made me an addict. Standing up, I walk to the bathroom, and I realize the water is already on, and the steam in
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