#Chapter39
The blinding sunlight hitting my face is followed by a harsh, stinging like hell, smack on my ass as I lay face down sleeping in bed. I lurch, shocked awake by the brutality of it and yelp like a wounded puppy. I blink blearily at the assault and the not so sweet tones of one irate, and very fucking loud, sister.
/"Get up, right now!/" Leila’s marching around my bedroom like a moronic commander and chief on a rampage, dragging open the drapes to epic sunshine levels and obviously in a hostile mood, not that it’s new for her. I groan, leaning up to catch a glimpse of the alarm on my night table and moan harder at the crazily early hour. I’ve become a night owl living in the city, sleeping by day to get over sessions of partying, and this is almost torture.
