Let Me In

Chapter 1

Copyright © 2016 Truly Kane

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Cover art by John Glynn

Editing by The Writing Hall

I would like to dedicate this book, my first, to those who took the time and interest to help or read it.

This is also dedicated to my dad, who would've been proud of my achievement x

Chapter 1

The screeching of the alarm could probably have been heard miles away.

Was I awake or dreaming?

I couldn't open my eyes. It was like they were glued together. I lay there for a few more seconds, before coming to a conclusion.

Awake. Definitely awake.

I rolled towards my bedside table and blindly fumbled for my phone to quieten the alarm, before flopping onto my back again.

Silence.

I eased my eyes open, the red ceiling now visible through my crusty eyelashes, a movement that seemed to trigger a thumping in my head. It mimicked my heartbeat, and the now-familiar icky feeling deep in my belly confirmed my diagnosis, based on previous experiences of most weekends, and even some week-nights.

I am so hungover.

I needed tablets. More than that, I needed fluid. Water, cat pee, wine...well, maybe not wine...just anything. I felt like liquid had not passed my lips in a year. I turned to my bedside table again and was relieved to see a glass. I gulped its contents down, not caring that it was warm, had bits in, and had probably been there since last weekend. I was just thankful that it coated my throat with something other than the sandpaper currently in situ.

The room felt stifling. I was finding it difficult to breathe. And I needed to pee, which was the deciding factor that made me move.

I did a full body stretch, starfishing to my body's extreme, preparing it for motion; my hands and feet reached for the corners of my king-sized bed.

What was that?

I touched something warm and silky. A grunt followed. I turned my head nervously to take a look, despite knowing full well what I'd find.

Oh, God. No. Please, no.

Hair, obviously attached to the head that grunted, that, in turn, was attached to a body. The face belonging to the hair was buried under the quilt. Listening carefully, I heard gentle snores.

Shit, shit, shit, I screamed inside my head, for fear of waking the person laid next to me.

I gazed back at the ceiling, my eyes now fully open and my body wide awake, trying to piece together the events of the night before. I searched my mind for any clue as to who was in my bed.