Chapter 8 – A Losing battle
The rest of the week is spent working during the day and drinking with the girl at night. We tried to come up with a way out, but we came up empty.
I wake up on my last day of freedom, hangover as hell. Sounds so dramatic, but that is what it feels like.
Argh, s**t, my head hurts. How much did we drink last night?
“A s**t lot,” Liv growls.
“Didn’t know, I said that out loud.”
“You did; now shut up so I can sleep some more before I need to vomit.” Liv remarks.
“I have to get up for work. Go sleep in my room and leave when you want.” I Inform Liv before untangling myself from her to get ready.
“Come home tonight to us, don’t let her take you. Not yet,” she says before dragging herself out of the room.
I jump in the shower after taking some Nurofe
