🍒.
the following morning (of the party.)
i woke up with a massive head ache, not remembering a thing from the prior night. but it soon came to my attention that i wasn't
home nor with sam, nor at chad's house for the party.
i was in bed, shirtless & in boxers in a room i'd never been in in my life. i began to flip out and reached for my phone.
it flickered on, it was 10:00 AM, but that wasn't the only thing on the screen. tons of likes & comments on my recent posts showed up, but three simple messages, all from different people, showed up aswell.
char😈.
what the fuck did you do to sam?
mad zig🤠.
what the fuck joey? you left her here?
loml💛.
we're done. goodbye.
the last message caused my heart to pound, what had i done? i knew it wasn't just a drunk text- sam doesn't drink. never has.
i got out of bed, slipped on my pants, and grabbed my phone before exiting her room and soon the house.
on top of my head ache & confusion, i now felt another feeling. one i hadn't felt in a long time. i felt dread.
i felt my heart sink as i called charles.
"hey man," i said, scratching my head. "sam broke up with me," i said.
"don't be surprised, you're a dick." he replied with a scoff.
i quickly hung up before checking instagram, she had deleted or hopefully archived our posts. my heart sank deeper than before as i realized i had just lost her.
