Chapter 32 - The Lows

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GEORGE

I couldn't sleep well all night because Nick kept waking up and laughing at Clay's loud drunken snores.

I attempted a couple of times to wake Clay up and put a stop to his snoring, but he's completely passed out from drinking and doesn't budge.

I'm tightly gripping the pillow against my ears, doing my best to muffle the loud snores and catch at least five minutes of sleep.

Eventually, I surrender with a sigh. I rise from the bed and toss the pillow back onto it.

I head to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. After turning on the shower, I undress and step under the comforting stream of hot water.

Suddenly, tears start streaming down my face as I press my back against the wall and slowly sink to the floor. The scalding water stings my skin, and I silently pray that it will burn away all the traces of Pablo from me.

I'm overwhelmed with relief to be out of that situation, but my mind is a chaotic mess. Pablo's presence lingers in the depths of my thoughts, and I can't seem to shake him off.

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