CHAPTER 18: STALKING HER

DAMIAN I woke up in the morning with a killer headache that made me regret ever trying to open my eyes or even wake up. It was as if a sledgehammer was used to hit my head continuously. The sun streaming through the curtains wasn't helping matters either; the brightness was killing my eyes. After laying there for some time, I dragged myself up to walk over to the bathroom, where I sprinkled water on my face. I looked like a complete mess; the hair I cared for the most was everywhere. My face had those big bags that I thought only sad and broke people had; my entire face was nothing to write home about. The moment I walked out of the bathroom; my eyes landed on the same clothes that made me throw away the lady from last night. I only remember little details from last night; this one is part of it, as Marie is involved. My fists balled up subconsciously as Ray's words echoed in my head last night. A stupid part of me that wants revenge from her father believes Ray. After all, her