ALANA
Tired and emotionally drained, I went to my apartment. After using my keys, I was inside but the sight before me wasn't one I had in mind. EW!
Swiftly turning, I covered my face with my bag, continuously banging my head against it. It was of no use; the image was implanted in my head now. The guys from yesterday were back. And they were involved in some serious business.
I murmured apologies to God. Maybe I should've knocked?
"Oh, Alana," Even something was off about Clare's voice; the breathy way she spoke. "Come in, it's fine."
Fine? Nothing was fine about this situation. I was about to hurl all the chocolate I'd consumed. Oh Lord, indeed I was experiencing many firsts. I thumped my head against the bag again.
