Sierra
I have been on edge all night. I can’t sleep. Every little noise freaks me out, even though it is nothing, and Ambrose promised I would be safe here. I hate feeling like this. It is not me! I am strong, confident, independent and usually fearless. Then again, my life has never been in danger before.
All I have done for the last three hours is toss and turn. I won’t be getting any sleep tonight. I sit up, groaning in frustration. I climb out of bed. I need a damn drink, maybe it will help me sleep. I’m not sure if I will make it to classes tomorrow. I hope I do. I hate missing classes; it isn’t something I do.
I pull on a dressing gown and quietly make my way downstairs. I don’t want to wake Ambrose. I search around and find a bottle of scotch, pouring a large one. I down it. It
