"Ow, my head," I groan, which makes my head pound. I roll over and smash my face into the memory foam pillow. Dakota steps into the room with a mug of coffee, a glass of water, and two Advil.
"That's what happens when you take drinks from strangers. Here, take this and drink as much as you can, kinda like what you did last night." She holds out the two red painkillers and the glass of water.
"Can we do this without the attitude? I wasn't the only one who did bad things last night. You were sniffing something that looked a lot like the sugar from pixie sticks. I think we all know that the powder was not something you can find at Walmart in the candy aisle."
She huffs,"Do you know how much trouble we would be in if Mom had smelled the alcohol on your breath? I'm shocked that you actually had a conversation with her."
Unable to handle the pain, I take the medication. Dakota then hands me the white mug of coffee. "This is your best friend for hangovers."
"Thanks, Kota." I take a sip of the warm coffee, my head felt like it was going to split open. I also despise the bitter taste of coffee, but it will have to do. Kota just nods and then her phone rings. She pulls out her black iPhone,"Hello?"
She mouths the words,"It's Jonathan." And then she quickly leaves the room.
Despite Dakota helping me today, I can't help feeling bitter towards her. She doesn't deserve Jonny. I know I sound jealous, but it's true. Whenever Jonny wants to take her out, she makes up an excuse and then secretly sneaks out to meet her dealer. Where does she even get the money for this, she doesn't even have a job. I guess girls don't need money to get what they want. It frightens me that my sister could be so deceptive, that makes me too vulnerable.
Today is Saturday, I think, so I might as well sit in my room all day and watch Netflix and sleep. The memory of Cato resurfaces, sending chills through my body. It was just yesterday when I had passed out in the psychiatrist office and he appeared in a dream. His face is vaguely familiar to me and I did read that people in your dreams real. Perhaps I have seen him before, but I don't recall ever having a real conversation with him. All this thinking is making my headache worse.
I take my vintage comforter and pull it up to my neck. I close my eyes and drift into a deep sleep.
A/N Sorry for the short chapter. The next chapter will be longer, so be patient my little turkeys.
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