Asher's POV
Waking up the next morning I had something that could only be described as having a massive hangover.
I sat up with a groan as I held my head in my hands that fucker probably gave me overdose or something. Groaning a little I rise to my feet but almost fall back down to the bed because of how dizzy I felt.
I managed to make it to my en-suite bathroom; I stumble to the ceramic basin to splash cold water on my face. I put my hands on the edge of the basin to look at myself in the mirror above the basin.
I have eye bags underneath my grey eyes and my eyes have a sunken look like as if I had been crying for days, it was also very red and my hair was all over the place.
The shit he usually gives me drains my energy some days I stay in bed when its that bad, it looks like today will be one of those days I think as I saunter out of the bathroom to my bed.
It's not as if that fucker cares anyway.
