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But... I don’t feel hungover. If anything, I feel great.

Okay, so scratch that.

I’m just having another episode. One where I ended up meeting a guy, hooking up with him, and don’t remember a thing.

Yup. That’s it. It has to be.

God, this is going to be so damn awkward.

Now I have to do the walk of shame out of some strangers house. I’m going to have to put a damn lock on my doors so this doesn’t happen again.

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and stare at myself. I’m dressed in a large men's shirt. It must be..., whoever he is. Thankfully, it goes past my knees so it should hide my ass as I make my way home.

I wonder if he would be nice enough to drive me home? No. Nope. Not going to ask him that, because then we’d have to make small talk and I don’t want to know anything about this man. I’d like to forget this ever happened, if I’m being honest.

Maybe he could at least call me a cab? I could run in and grab money to pay the cab driver when I get home.

Money that I don’t fucking have.

Damn it.

I think it’s about time I tell my therapist everything. I think I need to switch my meds to something stronger.

Washing my hands, I look for a towel to dry them on but pause. My brows furrow as I grab the worn pink towel.

“What the fuck...” I whisper, wondering why the hell this guy has the same fucking hand towel as me. It was one of my grandma’s.

But mine has a rip on the corner from where Luna chewed on it when she was a kitten. I check the corner and... holy fuck.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I’m having some kind of mental breakdown.”

I cover my hands with my face, trying not to cry. I was doing good, so good. I was getting better.

Now, it feels like all those years of progress are gone.

I blame them. If I didn’t stumble upon them that night, see what I wasn’t supposed to, let them touch me without a fucking fight, then I wouldn’t have made them my new obsession. I wouldn’t be spiraling into a headspace that has me losing my fucking mind.

“Wake up, Cove,” I tell myself, rubbing at my face. “Time to wake up.”

Shaking of that thought, I open my eyes and head for the door. I’m storming across the room, over to the last door that I haven’t opened yet.

I swing it open and look around, breathing in relief when I see it leads to a hallway.

I’d have broken down if it was one of those dreams where when you open a door it just leads you right back into the room you’re trying to leave.

I’m down the hallway and at the stairs within seconds, careful not to make any noise.

I manage to make it down the staircase without a sound, but when I get to the bottom, a familiar voice has a cold dread slithering down my spine.

“How much longer do you think she’s going to sleep?” It’s Sunshine, I know that voice. It haunts my dreams in the best of ways.

“However long she wants to.” a deep voice replies. It has me shivering, biting my lip. Midnight.

Oh fuck.

“Last thing she needs is for us to jolt her awake and scare the shit out of her,” Sky grumbles. “Once she realizes we took her, it’s going to be enough of a shock. We should try to ease her into it.”

“You know I don’t have any patience,” Sunshine sighs heavily. “I’ll let her sleep for one more hour, but that's it! Then I’m going to go up there to wake her up...” he pauses and chuckles. “With my cock buried deep inside her and I fill her up with my cum again.”