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Chapter 13

"Go away. Just go!" I groaned. My head plopped to one side bobbing weightlessly, sending a jolt of pain to my neck. I hissed finally opening my eyes, which automatically shut themselves as though burned. They fluttered languidly feeling to be holding tonnes of weight, weighed under bricks of iron.

My head throbbed terribly, a feeling akin to being hammered in the head with a sledge hammer. My head going was crazy with the shooting pain that was bouncing back and forth.  I pressed my palms against the temples to soothe it out. Groaning louder, I collected myself from where I was laying against the door of my apartment. I stood up in a fluid motion not giving heed to the headache that was bursting my skull. 

My confusion marred eyes scanned the outfit I had worn and strained to remember why I was I so helplessly sprawled on the floor. All I could remember was a little about the party, nothing else. The more I thought about the details, the deeper the headache got, therefore I just dropped the idea and decided to ponder over it later.

I have more problems to deal with at the moment. Like you have none ever?

I didn't know what time it was and how long did I sleep but I was hopelessly tired. All my mind knew was that it was weekend, the only plus. I just waddled about my place trying to figure out what I wanted to do for a few seconds.

I walked to the kitchen to grab an aspirin and emptying glasses of water in my system to soothe out my throat that had been so dry just like it was scraped with sand paper. I'm drunk without drinking. Talk about weird happenings.

I showered and changed into my pajamas almost asleep. I could've just gone straight to bed but decided to busy myself up to scare the sleep away but failed miserably at it. My half closed lids assessed and processed all I'd wanted to do until I felt super tired and raced straight to my bed. Nope, can't handle anymore.

Sleep over any activity anytime.

I didn't care what time it was, how long had I been out, showering and wanting to sleep. I knew it was more or less 4am but I could care less, I only wanted to sleep, so that's what I did.

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I plopped a filled cheerios spoon in my mouth alongside scrolling through social media. I focused on a video where a girl was yelling something about feminism. My mind was distracted though, it went back to the betrayal of the previous night, to Ken, Cassie and him.

Now that I woke up from some drug induced slumber -about which I still have no clue of how had I been drugged- I finally had time to think things through.

My thoughts went haywire having no idea where to detangle and where to connect. I had lost all capability of thinking about anything. With all the events of the party, not only the secrets were unraveled, they left me of nowhere. Not only did I lose my friends, or people who I thought could be put into that category, I also had no understanding of what I was meant to do with the job I'd been working for. With the little stability in life I thought I had.

With Mr. White being the CEO and being the one I am meant to work at the business of, I cannot decide whether to stay away from the job and look for another or stick back and act nonchalant. If I don't quit, I would be the one to hate myself more than anything because that decision would amount to the self respect I possess. 

If I don't leave, what would I do? How would I stay with myself knowing that I'd been played with and trapped yet went back to the place where those people were. I wouldn't be able to tolerate being in the presence of either Ken or Cassie.

Just the thought of those two is bringing a pang of hurt in my chest. I cannot decide if I would term my emotions to being angry or being upset with them. I am hurt badly, that much I know. What good it did them, that I am unsure of but it surely did make me realize to not be too quick in trusting people and adjusting with them.