The Next Morning
Catherine's POV
The loud noise of music rumbled through my eardrums like a sickening stench, almost deafening.
I winced and rolled to the other end of the bed.
A sharp, cutting pain shot through my head. Strong. Pulsating.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the red light simmering through the room.
How did I get here? What is this…
"Argh." A gasp escaped my lips as the words began to form in my thoughts.
I slowly sat up, rubbing my face with both hands.
Then I opened my eyes fully.
They landed on the ruined cake, the scattered bottles of wine on the floor, the blaring music, and the blinding shimmer of light.
"Gosh…" I muttered.
I never knew I ruined all these in frustration last night, after countless calls and messages that never got a reply.
A strong force suddenly pulled at my head. Stronger than before. It echoed painfully. My head throbbed in agony.
Then, my stomach twisted.
