OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

❦Twenty-Seven❦

                                                                               ღEASTONღ

  ❦ THREE MONTHS LATER ❦ 

My head fucking hurts. It's been hurting all morning. 

Maybe afternoon... Shit, what time was it anyway?

I groaned into my hands, rubbing them against my face to ease the throbbing in my temples but it just seemed to make it worse. Not even putting slight pressure was helping. 

Keeping my eyes shut tight, I let my ears hone in on the silence throughout the house. I had to concentrate more than usual to keep still. Normally the silence could help me relax. Help me ease this God damn drumming in my head. 

But the silence only seemed louder than I liked... if that made any fucking sense at all.

This was the focus of my time today. Trying to ebb the fucking headache that won't stop!

I let out a long tired sigh, leaned against my chair and tilted my head back. 

I think I'll just sit here. It's not like I had to worry about this headache getting any worse. I remembered that I had locked the front door specifically because I didn't want to deal with this pain and people all at once so that wasn't going to be an issue---

"Hello...? Easton? Easton, are you here?"

My eyes snapped open, staring at the bare ceiling.

Fuck! I locked the door! I know I did!

Narrowing my eyes as the intruder kept calling for me, a low growl vibrated out of my chest. Sitting up slowly to not aggravate my head, I leaned my arms on the table. My gaze fell on the half-empty beer bottle poised in front of me. 

Looking past it, I did a once-over of the six other bottles that I'd emptied earlier. I couldn't even remember the taste from how quickly I downed them. 

I stared back to the beer bottle that I was almost finished with. 

Frowning, I studied the small amount I had left. Wondering if I should just chug it down.

"Easton? Hello? Where are you?"

Shutting my eyes, furrowing my brows, and scrunching my nose, I growled again.

Obviously, if I don't fucking answer it's because I want everyone to think I'm not fucking here.

Isn't that how that works?

Unable to feel the energy to say anything, I slumped forward, resting the side of my face on the table. The surface of it was cold and chills ran down my spine from the surprise of it. I stared off, my ears picking up on the intruder's shoes approaching what I thought was a good hiding spot. 

Apparently, not. 

"There you are, Easton! I'd been looking all over for you. Why didn't you answer me?"

Drolly staring at the grandfather clock in the hall, I mumbled, "Go away." 

But that was too much to ask for...

I could feel them standing beside me, feeling their stare. Narrowing my eyes, I fought to not give in to looking at them.

"Have you just been sitting here, Easey Peasy?"

I scrunched my nose, growling at the stupid nickname.

"And what is all this...?" 

"Beer," I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I scoffed, "What the fuck does it look like?"