All in a day's work. How did I end up here tonight?
Chapter Eighteen
August
I lost track of time.
I was tired.
I was stupid.
I was drunk.
I still don't understand.
My eyes open, and it's dark. I should be nervous, unsettled, paranoid until I know where I am. I wake up aware that this isn't my bed or my apartment. I'm on a plush sofa with a woven wool blanket. My head is on a coarse throw pillow.
My socks and shoes are off, but my clothes are intact.
Even though it's dark, I can see the time glowing in fluorescent blue numbers. The clock on the wall reads two-eleven.
I remember leaving the bar, walking with Chance. Everything else seems fuzzy.
My heart is racing even though I just woke up. It's like my body is upset or angry with me.
I pull myself up, leaning against the cushion, and glance around again now that I've given my eyes a minute to adjust. I reach to the side, making out a small table, and my hand hits a picture frame. I take it in my hand and wait for my eyes to focus on the photo.
I'm in May's apartment. The photo is of us and Mom and Dad.
How did May find me, and how did she get me here?
I stand up, feeling the floor wobble beneath me, so I grab the walls as I make my way down the hallway to her bedroom. I'm sure she's asleep. I should be sleeping in my bedroom, inhaling the leftover scent from Keegan's shampoo.
My hand makes contact with May's door, feeling the texture of painted wood. She left the door open a crack, and I push it open, making my way inside. She's asleep, curled up on the left side. I climb over her and slip under the covers, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
"Thank you for taking care of me," I whisper.
Her bed is more comfortable than the couch, and I'm quick to fall back asleep.
The sound like a foghorn echoes around me. What is that? I suppose it's appropriate since I feel like I'm in a fog, but my head—it hurts. My stomach feels full of liquid, and I could swear I'm being shaken from side to side, blending whatever is inside of me.
My eyes remain closed, praying there isn't too much sunlight pouring in through her windows.
An arm sweeps over me, a hand cups my breast, and I jerk my body upright, feeling the motion of a heavy body flopping around after a tidal wave.
I open my eyes, finding an unfamiliar face staring back at mine. He screams.
I scream.
May screams.
"What the hell are you doing in our room?" May shouts.
"Who the hell is he?"
"What are you doing in here?" he shouts. "May, I just groped your sister."
May flops her head back into her pillow, shoving the heels of her palms into her eyes. "Auggie, this is Tuck. Tuck, this is my sister, Auggie".
