Heather's Point of View
I am just looking at my reflection and I can't believe that I did something like that. My anger at what I saw at the hotel made me do something stupid. Now I remember why I don't drink or make a decision when I am mad because I end up doing something that I would regret doing and this is a sample of what I am talking about.
“You are stvp!d, Heather." I mutter to myself.
FVCK!
My clothes are outside this bathroom and I know that Blake is still awake. I just heard his steps. I don't want him to see me like this even though he already saw everything. What we have done is a mistake. I don't want him to see me like this ever again.
I look around to see if there is something that I could cover myself with and I am lucky to see a robe. I immediately wrap it around
