18STUART
SATURDAY 11 JULY – 1:37pm
I sit up quick, then lie back down again. f**k me, my head... What the hell happened?
I remember as soon as I smell the booze. The stench of stale whiskey makes me gag. My stomach ’ s flipping over.
‘ So you ’ re awake, ’ she says. Gabby ’ s sitting on the chair in the corner of the bedroom, reading a book and watching me. ‘ I told you you shouldn ’ t have drunk so much. I said it ’ d affect you, didn ’ t I? You ’ ve barely drunk anything for the past few months. Half a bottle of malt whiskey ’ s enough to knock anyone off their feet. ’
‘ What time is it? ’
‘ Just gone half one. ’
That takes a couple of seconds to sink in. Half one in the morning, or the afternoon? The curtains are closed, but there ’ s light trickling in through the gap between th
