*****Erika's POV*****
I downed the alcohol, drinking it like a camel.
I wanted more, more of this stuff that would help me sleep.
I wanted to forget and it would help me forget too.
"Go easy on the drink, Rika" Paula tried to pry the glass off my fingers but I just tightened my grip instead.
"Why? Why should I?" My words were beginning to get slurred, a sign I was on my way to being overwhelmed by this drink. And I had no regrets.
"Because we don’t need you puking all over this floor and messing up the bed" Kat added.
"Have I ever done that?" I grabbed the bottle and poured myself another glass.
"Maybe she needs it, Paula. She does look like she needs it" Kat said, studying me as I threw my head back a little to gulp half of the drink I had poured for myself.
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