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Periculum Excerpt
They say that some of the best memories can come from a bad idea.
Truth.
But why does no one ever mention the consequences that will be waiting to remind you of those not so wise choices? Today, I was bountifully reaping all I’d sown.
Painfully.
Too many shots of Tequila combined with too little hours of recovery were a nasty combination. I knew better than to drink the way I had the night before, even if I did have a laundry list of valid excuses to do so. Nothing was productive or cute about looking like a dying fish searching for water.
I could drown my sorrows at the bottom of a bottle, but there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to remedy my problems. All liquor did was make me numb, and I couldn’t mentally afford the repercussions that would come when that feeling wore off.
Plus, I wasn’t that strong of a drinker. Even now, the thought of consuming a single shot made me nauseated. I blamed my impromptu trip down one specific memory lane for the state I was in. It led to a destination in my mind that I’d barred access to almost four years ago, and for good reason. It wasn’t an area of my life I wanted to stop by and revisit.
“Hangovers are so underrated,” Melantha muttered from beside me.
“I haven’t felt this shitty since that party we attended the day of senior graduation,” Gracelyn agreed.
I felt both of those statements, deeply. My head felt like an axe had been planted in the back of it.
I didn’t want to get out of bed unless it was for stuffing my face with a fry up and chugging gallons of Powerade. That sounded like pure heaven right about now, but we had a flight to catch.
Feeling a soft vibration against my thigh, I pulled my cell from my pocket and swiped down to see the text I’d just received. I’d expected it to be my one of my parents, but there was no number displayed. That was weird, but not weirder than the text itself.
Unknown: Something wicked this way comes.
I came to a gradual stop, brows furrowing as I read the message two more times.
I typed out a reply and hit send.
L: Who is this?
Almost immediately a box popped up saying: Sender Unknown.
Message cannot be sent.
“You okay?” Mel called back to me.
“Yeah. Sorry.” I fixed my face into a smile and started walking again, slipping my cell back into my pocket.
Weaving around a couple walking through the lobby of the resort, I readjusted my shades and tightened my grip on my suitcase.
“Back to reality we go,” Mel sighed, shouldering open one of the doors that led outside.
“Is that depression in your tone because of your hangover or?” I asked, dragging out the ‘r’.
“Come on, Lana. You know exactly how things are going to be when we get back.”
“We don’t know anything yet,” Gracelyn refuted.
“I know we’ll be dragged into the corporate office so our parents can explain how they’ve mapped out our entire futures.”
That sounded extremely overdramatic, but sadly, she was right. It was the way things worked in our world. However, I couldn’t openly agree. That would open the door to a conversation I wasn’t ready to have. I was going to immerse myself in denial until we were back home.
“Hey, it might not come to that. Wait and see what they have to say, and then we can go from there.”
She ignored me. “Do you think they’ll use a full-blown PowerPoint to really get their message across?”
