"Ugh," I groan, rolling over, the sun hitting me smack in the face. Nausea rolls through my stomach, and the next thing I know, I'm barely making it to the toilet before heaving up everything but my f*****g memories from the last twenty-four hours.
I went to my office and snorted a few pills. Then someone knocked on the door . . . who the f**k was it? My stomach rolls again, and I hug the toilet seat as another round of yesterday's meals comes up. Sweat breaks across my skin, and the shakes start in my shoulders, radiating through my limbs like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Sapphire. That's who came into my office last night, and I was high as a kite. She noticed the crushed pills I had on the desk and offered me something stronger. f**k, my stupid ass said yes. Heaving again,
