"Where the hell am I? I hope I wasn't a bitch last night. With my luck, I was probably much worse. Just ignore the dream. It never happened…or did it? I don't remember much of what happened in the institution. Anything could have happened."
Annie got out of the bed and walked to the balcony. She leaned against the doorway. Aspirin was definitely needed at that point. Something occurred to her. Where was that bottle of bourbon? It wasn't in her bag. Annie hoped that wasn't the cause of her hangover. Well, no use dwelling on something that can't be remembered.
"I have to tell him. It's only going to make things worse between us if I don't. Most of all, I need to find out what happened at that institution. I can't go on without some truth. Geez! I wish someone would tell me where I am. Hopefully, I won't bitch at the person."
"So you wanna bitch at me again?"
"Oh, I should have known I was at your home. I figure I'm in your bed, too. And what do you mean by 'again'? Does this have something to do with that bottle of bourbon missing from my bag?"
"Let me ask you something. Do you remember anything about last night?"
"Not that I can recall. What does that have anything to do with? Are you accusing me of something?"
"Ann, that's not what I mean. I only meant--"
"You only meant what? That I'm a bitch when I'm drunk? You think I'm paranoid?"
"Just forget it! You are paranoid. Every time I talk to you, you flip out about the littlest thing."
"Fine! Say what you want to say, and then leave."
"…"
"I figured as much. I'll make it simple enough for both of us to understand. I hate you and you hate me. There, it's all out in the open. So leave!"
Annie grabbed a vase off the dresser and threw it at Chris. It just barely hit him. When it shattered, glass fragments flew and cut both of them. Chris was cut on his arm, and Annie was mostly hurt on her leg. She screamed and fell to the round. Chris rushed to her aid.
"Why do you care so much about me? I'm a horrible person. I can't even remember when I have a drunken fit. I'm completely unstable. Even when I try to hurt you, I hurt myself, too."
"Well, you're not hurt too badly. Even with all that blood, it was only a little cut. I care about you so much because I--I…"
"Hey Ann! You're finally up. I think you'll need this."
"Thank you so much Amy."
Amy handed her a glass of water and a couple of aspirin. Annie swallowed them and took a sip of the water.
"What did you do to this room, Ann?"
"I blew up again. I got pissed at Chris and tried to throw a vase at him, but it ended up hurting me a lot worse. Are you happy, Ames?"
"No, not really. I was actually surprised. I thought you were going to be much bitchier. I mean like you were last night."
"I won't even comment on that. That's low even for you, Amy. Leave, please, before I attempt to kill you."
"Alright Ann. I'll just leave you two alone to 'talk'. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Oh, I wouldn't even attempt that. Goodbye, Ames. Can you help me back to bed Chris?"
"Sure, Beautiful."
Chris picked her up and carried her back to the bed.
"You know, that cut on your arm is going to scar if you don't clean it up. Go get a couple of washcloths and I'll clean it up for you."
Chris did what she said and brought some washcloths to her. Annie cleaned his wound first and then hers.
"I'm curious about something. What did you want to say to me?"
Chris took her hand and looked deeply into her eyes. She had gorgeous brown eyes. Everything about her he loved. Annie smiled and blushed.
"Savannah Senneth, I love you."
