Karl

The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding

inside my head—a lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities.

Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already

pretty drunk last night by the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about

Abby.

In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I

thought one more drink was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in

my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass of whiskey—no ice—which I

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proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy movie I

found on N*****x.

Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully

awake yet.

open my eyes, the red

at me: 7:15 a.m.

eyes and yawning. “I’m never drinking

wolf grumbles inside of me, equally as

and then a week from now,

never hurt anybody.’”

roll my eyes, running a hand through

sleeping pill

yet I also feel

softly. “Maybe so, but you should get

on Abby before

of her name sends a weird tingle down

flooding back

against the brick wall, her blonde

the

badly, but I couldn’t bring myself to

when

about today.

although hesitantly. “But I don’t think it’s

the studio,

I’ll see her later

competition from the audience.”

the audience. I wanted to give Abby a little

for everybody. I figure she

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