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“Hey, is everything okay in there?”
I cleared my throat to answer. “Yeah.”
“If you need anything, let me know, Chloe.”
“Sure.”
I heard him leave.
I didn’t want to stay here. I wanted to be far away from anyone related to Tristan. Adrian had promised not to tell anyone he saw me. I didn’t want anyone to know I was here. I could spend the night here and figure out the next step tomorrow morning.
I finished my drink and stood up. The aching in my head worsened. It made me dizzy. My eyes were starting to hurt, like someone was punching me nonstop in the eye.
I stumbled to the door with one hand at the right side of my head. I paused at the doorway and leaned on the doorframe for support.
“Adrian,” I called when the pain got unbearable.
I groaned, letting go of the brandy glass in my hand. It shattered on the floor, echoing a crash in the house.
I slumped on the floor and clutched both sides of my head. I curled into a ball on the cold floor, trying to fight the pain tearing my head apart. It was as if my heart were drumming away the pain, but my head received every shock wave.
I had never felt such pain. It must be the migraine. I screamed. A tornado of turmoil twitched against every fiber of my body.
I gripped my hair like it would stop the pain. I kept screaming, praying Adrian would show up soon.
Where did he go?!
CHAPTER34
DROWNING
Igripped Adrian’s arm as he carried me to the long sofa in the living room. He placed me gently on the sofa, like he was holding an egg.
“Hey, you’re going to be fine,” he whispered, stroking my hair.
I nodded frantically, wanting his words to be true.Am I ever going to be fine?
“I will be right back.”
He left me alone. I whimpered, gripping the sides of the sofa. He returned with a glass of water. Maybe it was the migraine. I’d left the pills at Tristan’s place. All my belongings were there. I had to get them back.
Adrian pulled the table in the middle of the living room, closer to where I lay. He sat down without resting all his weight on it.
“Maybe we should go to the hospital.”
“No, it’s okay. The pain is subsiding.”
He didn’t look convinced. “Is this the first time?” he asked, concern coating his face.
“Yes,” I lied. Anything to avoid going to the hospital. I was sick of staring at the white walls and the nauseous smell of disinfectants and medicines.
He moved his hand closer and placed his palm on my forehead. “Shit! You’re burning up.” He stood up in a flash and left.
He returned with his car keys and a small blanket. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine. It’s nothing serious, I swear,” I said, sitting up, but my body didn’t feel the same anymore. My strength was wearing out, and I was aware of the goose bumps on my skin. “I will be okay once I have some rest.”
I grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around myself, and lay back.
