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Chapter 2 ~ Crimson Morning
“Eli, wake up. Come on girl, open those pretty little eyes of yours,” a concerned voice was pleading as my shoulders were being shaken. Then my eyes snapped open when a hand went sailing across my face.
“Wh-What?” I gasped, my hand flying to my stung cheek. I glanced up at Stevie to see her kneeling over me, her face holding a worried expression.
“I found you passed out back here. Thought that dude had killed you,” she exhaled, wrapping an arm around me as she helped me to my feet. My head was pounding and my vision was blurred, my legs unsteady under me.
“What-t time is it?” I moaned, noticing the sun was still low in the sky.
“Nine-fifteen,” my friend said.
“Nine-fifteen?” I yelled, my brain pumping against the inside of my skull. “My dad’s going to kill me!”
“Don’t worry. I called him this morning saying that we were at my house studying and we had passed out around twelve and you stayed the night.” Stevie reassured, allowing me to breathe again. “Damn, Eli, that’s one badass hickey.”
“Huh?” It took me a moment to process her words before I swiped Stevie’s purse and pulled out her compact, looking at the dark purple bruise on the crook of my neck. “Oh shat, if my dad sees that I’m dead,” I fretted, biting my lip nervously.
“Don’t worry, we’ll hide it with sweatshirt or makeup or something. Your pops will never know,” Stevie waved it off like it was no big deal, but I still didn’t feel assured.
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