My love

Chapter 39

SOPHIA'S POV

I lay beside him, my guilt consuming me. Amber had described it to me as that 'being around me made him sick till he marked me and turned me into a werewolf.' 

So the next best thing was to stay away from him, as I couldn't bear seeing him get sicker everyday, and I was definitely not going to throw my entire future that I'd planned out since I was eight to help a guy I barely knew. 

So while Aiden drifted back to sleep, it took all my willpower to get out of bed and I walked back to my room. I was not able to get a second of sleep, but I lay awake, believing that what I'd done was right for both of us. 

I got out of bed, made myself some coffee, to get me through the Sunday without Aiden. I had a couple of assignments due today, and I was going to finish them off. I tackled my assignments one by one, and by noon they were all done with. 

My insomnia was hitting me hard, so I went to a drug store to buy some sleep medicine. I ate an apple, and gulped down the medicine. Sleep came easy to me after the dose of medicine, and I slept deep and dreamlessly. 

When I woke up, my body felt weak and tired as if all my life force had been sucked out of my body. I tried to shake myself out of the exhaustion, but I couldn't. 

I saw my roommate getting ready for a party, and I asked if I could tag along. She happily obliged, and I got ready, only putting on a pair of jeans and an oversized T-shirt. 

"What happened?" She asked in the cab ride there. 

I rubbed my eyes, "Me and Aiden broke up." Did we though? We never talked about it. I had been ignoring his texts and calls all morning. I couldn't find it in myself to block him. 

"Alcohol will make you forget all about him, I promise." She said, as she led me to the party. 

I started drinking as soon as I saw where the alcohol was kept. It was still early, and loads of people were yet to come. 

"I don't think I know you." A smooth voice said. 

I rolled my eyes, "And I care how?"

"Well, you are at my party, in my apartment." The stranger pointed out. 

I snapped, "Well, the alcohol is still illegal. So I'm not obliged to speak to you."

"Okay. I'll leave you to it." He fake bowed and left. 

I wasn't feeling like drinking much, after already having around twelve (or was it fifteen) glasses. I don't know what I was thinking, but I mixed my insomnia pill into the last glass of alcohol, and passed out soon after.