Bab 47: Chapter Forty-Seven.

She had no memory of what happened last night nor did she want to because thinking felt like an arrow pierced her head over and over again.

She groaned, using her pillow to cover her head. Maya's party was awesome but she drank the party away. The minute her throat burned after having a taste of a margarita, she ordered every special drink the club had to offer.

Anything to wash the pain away. Anything to get those damned whiskey eyes that were utterly destroyed. Anything at all, even if it meant waking up with elephants marching on her head.

Fuck. The last thing she wanted was to go anywhere on a Sunday afternoon. "Shit! Shit!" She rolled over in shock and fell to the floor with her duvet. "Shit!" She stood up, but the duvet made her trip again. She was supposed to meet with the girls and Louisa too.