Fuuuck.
A voice billows through the fog of my mind. “Haven. Haven! Oh my god, you’restillin bed?”
I want to retreat back into blissful sleep, but someone shakes my shoulder.
“Haveeennn! Wake uuup!” Melissa croons, louder now. Slurring. “Wanna tell you some’in.”
My eyelids might as well be sealed shut with cement. But my roommate doesn’t stop shaking me, and it’s making me queasy.
Everything hurts when I force my eyes open, like the light hitting my retinas switches on my brain’s command center.
Head, throat, lower belly... between my legs.
Alarm bells start sounding.
Why?
Why does it hurtthere?
“God, what?” I mumble, trying to bat her hand off my shoulder. Failing.
“You missed, like, the best dInnEr EvEr,” Melissa half-sings, swaying next to my bed.
The room spins as I struggle into a sit. Gross. My mouth tastes like I’ve been sucking on pennies, and my lower lip is stinging. Was I biting it in my sleep?
Melissa plops herself down on the edge of my mattress, trying to brush hair out of her face with a flick of her hand, but missing. Her mascara is smeared, her lipstick long gone, and her eyes rove my face like she’s struggling to focus.
God, she’s drunkas fuck.
“You okay?”
She gives me a lopsided shake of her head that might also have been a nod. “Ssso much liquor. So. Many. Hillary kept ordering shots, thebitch.”
I glance at the window. It’s nighttime, which meant I’ve slept through the whole day. And I don’t remember a single?—
…cry for me, sweet girl…
A flicker of a dream assaults my memory. Bastian, his face near mine, his weight crushing me.
Just a dream.
Or a nightmare.
I grimace as an ache swells between my legs. It doesn’t quite feel like period pain, but what the fuck else could it be?
“What time is it?” I rasp.
Melissa closes one eyes, giving me a critical stare through the other one. “Those pills’re strong, huh? Came back this afternoon, you were asleep. Left, you were still asleep.”
Right. The pills.
I vaguely remember swallowing them, crawling toward Melissa’s nightstand for water.
Everything after that is blank.
Melissa huffs out a breath, finally succeeding in brushing hair out of her face. “Mom gets them from her doctor friend.” She points at me. “Y’know, if you fight ‘em hard enough, things can get pre-tty loopy.”
Loopy, like having a sex dream about my professor, loopy?
