#Chapter8
The next morning, I awoke in my cramped car, my neck twisted in an awkward position against the center console. Rotating my neck and stretching the sore muscles, I rubbed the aching spot before sitting up to the sound of monotonous tapping on my driver’s side window. Squinting I could just make out Tom standing outside with a coffee in hand and concern etched on his face.
Jumping up quickly I grabbed my phone. Shit, I slept through my alarm. Tom motioned his hand to the hood where he balanced my coffee. /"I will meet you at the ramp, kiddo./" My head pounded reminding me that drinking on an empty stomach was a seriously bad idea.
I nodded to Tom, hiding my wince as I did. Getting up, I hobbled to the trunk and rummaged through, trying to find something decent to wear. I stunk heavily of vodka. I just wanted to sleep last night, and downed god knows how much till I passed out completely.
