Chapter 40

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Song: Goodbyes by Post Malone ft. Young Thug

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"Wake up Ryan." Something cold presses against my face and I flinch away and groan.

"No." I whine, trying to fall back into the black abyss of nothing my head was just in.

"Wake the fuck up before the cops are knocking on my door, demanding to search this place looking for you. Your brother reported you as a missing person."

Nixon's word pry my crusty eyes open. "Missing person?"

I'm face down in his bed naked, like usual, with the duvet pulled over me. Nixon's standing beside the bed staring at me with his sapphire blue eyes, dressed in a pair of basketball shorts, the only tell of irritation being the tic in his jaw.

He crosses his arms. "Yeah, a fucking missing person. I've been telling you to call him for a few days now so this shit wouldn't happen."

My face scrunches up in confusion. "A few days? I've been here for one day."

He shakes his head. "Today's Saturday."

His words have me stumbling out of the bed, clutching his silk sheet around my body as a shield even though it's obvious he's seen me naked multiple times now.

"I can't remember anything." I groan rubbing my forehead.

"That's what happens when you binge drugs and alcohol for a few days straight." He shrugs.

Um.... what?

I've been taking drugs?

An image of white powder on Nixon's coffee table pops into my head.

No, I've been snorting them.

I stumble to the bathroom and take a quick shower. Nixon's shower is almost the size of my entire bathroom at my parents house. The glass enclosed space covers the back wall. The shower has large gray tiles covering the back wall while the other two walls and floor of the shower are a white marble.

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