When I woke up the next morning, everything seemed so surreal. I had slept the whole night without taking a Xanax and didn't have a single bad dream. As soon as I opened my eyes, I looked around and eventually locked eyes with Jackson's twinkling baby blues. For a second, I couldn't help but wonder if everything that had been happening was just a bad dream.
Just too make sure I wasn't dreaming or something, I stumbled out of the bed and pulled the sheet up. As soon as I saw the blood stain on the mattress, I gasped as my eyes went wide as saucers. Mumbling, "f**k, f**k, f**k," I rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, then ran to the living room and slid my black flats on.
Jackson had followed me to the living room and watched me scramble around with
