Chapter 4
FOUR
ELLINOR
Why the fuck is my head pounding the way it is? How much did I drink last night? Fuck!
? * All I can remember is dancing with Nash on the dance floor at Club Onyx, shaking ass like usual—the DJ is always playing bangers in there. But after that, everything is black.
Nothing.
Empty.
My eyes feel so heavy that I know it would take every ounce of strength I have to peel them open. The thought of moving even one of my limbs feels like it would be equivalent of running a marathon.
“Ellie?” Nash. My sweet Big Boy. His voice sounds like he feels about as bad as I do. He must’ve gone equally as hard as me. I try to respond to him, but I can’t seem to get my mouth to move.
What the hell is going on?
All of this can not be from just alcohol… I’ve done psychedelics, and I’ve never felt this bad, even the morning after coming down off those wild nights.
I don’t know… the morning after Molly is pretty rough—focus bitch. This isn’t helping anything, and you always remember your trips.
I finally pry my eyes open. It’s dim in here. I figured the sun would be up, beating into the room. I’m not even sure which room I ended up falling asleep in. And now that I’m coming to, whatever I’m lying on is hard, cold… and wet. Sure as fuck, not one of their fancy mattresses.
What the fuck is going on?!
Nash sees the panic in my eyes and tries to comfort me. “ Mi Amor , breathe. It’s okay. We’re both okay.”
My head rests on his shoulder, and although I know I’m barely moving, I feel as though I’m using all my might to shake my head back and forth. When I manage to bring my eyes towards the ceiling, and I see the hanging light, that’s when it hits me…
Where enclosed in something.
* ? 5:3666 - mgk, phem