JAXSON
My head felt like it had been slammed against a wall.
The pounding was so bad it made the room spin when I opened my eyes. My throat was dry, my tongue heavy, and for a second, I didn’t even know where the hell I was.
Then the pieces started coming back, the argument with dad, Ryder, and the drink.
I pushed myself up from the bed, my vision blurry, my heartbeat sharp in my ears. The curtains were drawn halfway, and the room was dim. My phone lay on the floor beside the bed. I grabbed it, pressing the power button. The screen lit up — 9:14 p.m.
The next day.
“What the f**k…” I muttered, sitting up straighter.
I slept through the entire day. My chest tightened, a rush of anger crawling up my throat.
They drugged me.
Ryder and Dad.
I noticed the notifications on my phone: doz
