Page 103 of Rush

And everything goes black.

Hammering. Sounds like hammering.

I blink my heavy eyes open.

Where am I?

I see my coffee table above my head, realizing I’m on the floor.

What am I doing down here?

Bang! Bang!

“Arianna, open the fucking door!”

Ares?

I push myself up onto my hands and knees and sit up. My head spins.

“Shit.” I wince, putting my hand to my head.

What happened?

Oh God. I didn’t drink…did I?

I flash through hazy memories. Leo…Diet Coke…feeling ill…getting home…being sick.

I turn my head and see the puke on the floor.

Shit.

More pounding.

“Arianna! I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!”

He’s angry.

Why?

“Coming,” I call, my voice raspy. I get to my feet with the help of the sofa. I’ve still got my shoes on and last night’s clothes.

This feels so very reminiscent of the last eight years of my life.

But I didn’t drink anything.

I pull my shoes off as I pad over to the door and open it.

The look on his face.

Disgust. Distaste. Anger. Betrayal.

He’s holding something out to me. I look down at his hand, confused.

He’s holding my cell.

Why does he have my cell?

“I was trying to call you all night.” His voice is cold and hard.