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Prologue

Hemy

I feel a hand on roan and scratch my head I’m so fucked up that I can barely evenwith nore it

“Dude Hemy Get the hell up Wake up, bro”

I make an atte into the back of -induced coma, fucked out ofto open theain All I want to do is sleep, to not have to think My , no clues as to where it’s been or what it’s done in the past twenty-four hours; my synthetic nirvana

“It’s tiot shit to do” The voice echoes throughto my mind for shit except for one word

All it takes is Rachel’s na on and for h to ht All I wanted was a quick release froet as trashed as I did, but then again I never do until it’s too late

Sitting straight up I opento takearound me, so I lean forith my head in my hands and squeeze my eyes shut I need to cohly fucked up

“DudeI told you to take it easy last night, but you were unstoppable as usual”

My brain finally starts to process and I openabove me with my shirt in his hands He looks both pissed off and sorry for me at the same damn time

He throwson my lap, which I just now realize is covered with Rachel’s face buried in the s her face into my hard on, but doesn’t wake up

Damn

In one quick movement I push Rachel out of my lap and jump to my feet “Ah, fuck” I rub my hands over my face and step away from the bed “What is this shit?”

Rachel opens her eyes and s I shake her hand off and push it away “What’s wrong, baby? You see?” She pokes her bottom lip out in a pout