Angelica’s POV:
Before I knew it, the tension snapped. I push Anthony away, cover my mouth, and then stumble towards the room; I assume to be the bathroom. Once reaching the toilet, I threw up inside the bowl, creating a revolting green mush.
Calming the swirling storm inside my stomach, I inhale and exhale rigorously before turning my face towards Anthony, who stands at the doorway. I place a shaky finger in the air. “Can you punish me another day? I think I’m going to pass out,” I said, before passing out onto the hard tile floor.
When I wake up, I’m in my own bedroom. My eyes dart around the room, feeling the hammering inside my head. The smell of the alcohol last night is intoxicating. My throat feels patch, desperate for liquid. I grunt, realizing it’s Anthony’s room. Glancing over
