Blair's POV
I groan and sit up.
What happened?
I try to remember what happened but nothing comes back to me.
I'm currently on the floor of the living room. And if I'm correct, dad's wife left me passed out on the floor.
Great.
*Note the sarcasm*
I stand up and feel a nasty pain in my chest, but I just ignore it. It's probably just an injury from one of my many flooging sprees.
I stumble all the way to my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Cringing, I just step into the shower and try to scrub myself clean.
Note, I try.
But, in the end, I settled for washing only the parts that hurt less.
Walking into my room, I dry up and put on the clothes from yesterday. The only clothes left in my closet are my school uniforms and undies. I go back to turn the bathroom and trim my hair as best as I can.
When I'm done, it no longer looks like a rat lived in there.
I head downstairs and see the witch waiting for me with her husband.
