Mr Smith, Miss Jackson.

Chapter 11

"Drugged?!" I screech. This morning I woke up, my head still foggy from last night. Janna forced me to eat and down two pints of water before even beginning to explain what happened. 
"Calm down Dan, we're still trying to piece everything together and we might need your help." Janna tells me calmly. I take deep breaths, running a hand through my hair. 
"Do you remember who gave you that drink?" Janna asks. I try to think back. I can remember her. Young, free, happy. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear. She danced with me and I danced with her. It was all childish fun. 
"My phone." I mutter, patting my pockets, looking for it. I start to panic. 
"Don't worry, I have it." Kyle slides it over to me with a smile. 
"Sorry." He adds. I slide it open, looking through my photos. There are lots of shots of colourful drinks and bright lights. And the one I'm looking for. A single selfie of me and her. She's looking to the side, a grin plastered on her face. 
"Her." I say bluntly, showing them to picture. 
"I saw her with Charlotte and Ralph. They were dancing and then they all disappeared for a bit. Charlotte came over to tell me and Olivia she was leaving and then the other girl appeared by your side." Janna says, staring intently at the picture. 
"I'm going to talk to her." I decide. 
"The girl?" 
"No Charlotte." I grab my shoes, tugging them on as fast as I can. 
"Be careful Dan, something doesn't seem right." Janna warns me. I nod and smile at her, grateful for all the help I've received from her, Chrissy and Kyle.

I wait outside the door nervously. I can hear scuffling around and then a very grumpy Grace opens the door, her hair ruffled. 
"What do you want?" She grumbles. 
"Is Charlotte here?" I ask awkwardly, bouncing on the balls of my feet. 
"Yeah, she's in bed with her boyfriend." she smirks. My heart hammers in my chest.
"Boyfriend?" 
"Well, I assume he's her boyfriend, they're together at least twice a week and he doesn't pay her." She laughs, opening the door to let me in. In the mattress in the middle of the room I see Charlotte, her arms wrapped around her 'boyfriend'. 
"Oi bitch, wake up." Grace whacks Charlotte in the face with a pillow. 
"Whaaaat?" She complains, sitting up slowly. 
"Look who's here to see you." she laughs. Charlottes eyes widen. 
"Shit. Dan, what are you doing here?" 
"I want to know who that is." I say, ignoring the man still asleep beside her, showing her the picture of me and the girl from last night. 
"That's my younger sister Lacey, why?" 
"Did you have anything to do with her drugging me?" Charlotte turns bright red.
"Of course not! Why would I want her to do something like that?" She can't look me in the eye, instead looking at the guy next to her. My eyes follow hers to watch the man who's beginning to wake up. 
"What's going on?" He mumbles into his pillow. 
"Ralph?!" 
"Oh shit. Dan what're you doing here?" 
"I could say the same to you." 
"I'm really sorry Dan." Charlotte whispers, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them. 
"I don't want you apologies." I say, turning and walking out.