You walk back to the hotel from the bar holding your heels. You stumble into the room after having a fight with the lock.
How does Brendon always get me this damn drunk?!
You walk to the bathroom and throw up. You wipe your face and brush your teeth then flop on to the bed slightly passing out. Your phone buzzed making you slightly open your eyes. Before you look at your phone you realize the door was still open. You get up and close it walking back to your phone.
Brendon missed call
You don't bother to call him back. He was probably more wasted than you. You hear your phone buzz again but you fall asleep before you look at it.
A few hours pass before you hear something thud in the bathroom.
"Brendon? If this is you this is not funny!" You pull the blankets over you so your eyes are the only thing showing. You hear another thud and you grab your phone and call the police, it was lucky the station was right next to the hotel. The police knock on the door, you were too afraid to move as someone with a knife walks out from the bathroom. The police unlock the door and run in. You pass out from anxiety and the 15 tequila shots you had before you left.
