Chapter Forty-Six Ross’s House
Chapter Forty-Six
Ross’s House
Evie woke up with no idea where she was, and with her head pounding and the room spinning.
She was terrified and let out a stifled scream.
She heard a groan from the floor and was relieved to see it was only Ross, black hair standing on end, eyes half-shut, clothes crumpled and still looking impossibly handsome.
“What happened? What am I doing in your house?” she yelped.
“Don’t you remember? I found you by the side of the road last night, well early this morning to be exact. I carried you back here, but I couldn’t make it up the stairs, so I put you on the couch. I was worried you’d throw up and choke to death, so I sat up with you.”
“I don’t remember a thing,” Evie said, rubbing her eyes. Ross went and fetched her a glass of water. She gulped it down.
“Some hangover,” said Ross. “Do we need to call out the big guns and get you an Irn Bru and a roll and sausage?”
He suddenly looked serious. “I was really worried about you, Evie. I thought about calling an ambulance and maybe I should have. You were totally out of it.”
Evie shook her head. “I know I was drinking, but this doesn’t feel like a hangover. I can usually remember what went on, but this feels different. It feels like I have been drugged.”
Ross frowned, “Do you think someone spiked your drink? Who would be shitty enough to do that? Last night was a party for Freya and it was with all of our friends. Both of us knew every single person who was there.”
Evie looked at him uncertainly. “You’re right, that doesn’t makes sense. I had a couple of big glasses of wine, that is until …”
She stopped, sat bolt upright and winced in pain. “Oh my God. We need to warn everyone about Amelia.”
Ross held her gently by the shoulders, “Calm down, love. You aren’t making a lot of sense. What has Amelia got to do with all of this?”
Evie was babbling in panic. “You don’t understand. She’s dangerous.”
Ross said sternly. “Evie Muir. You are talking nonsense. Now what the hell is really going on and why are you acting so weird?”
Evie looked at him, distraught. “Your precious Amelia, that’s what.
And I’m not the one that’s weird. She is off her head.
I’m scared she will really hurt someone.
She threatened me and she said she had visited my mother in the care home without telling me and she doesn’t live in the States.
She came up here from London and she’s the one who must have spiked my drink, and she’s been telling terrible lies about me to Liv. She wants to destroy me …”
Evie couldn’t go on. She was shaking and sobbing. Ross sat beside her, held her firmly and said, “Take a deep breath and take your time. Tell me everything.”