Alyssa pov.

Waking up to shouting is not a good way for someone with a hangover. My head was banging and pounding as if they were trying do an operation on it without giving me morphine. I groaned as I sat up in the bed and when I could finally open my eyes without closing it back because of the brightness, I looked around at the room I slept. Sure, I remember last night, the important details like I was dropped off in a park, I drank myself to oblivion, I woke up at night to discover I am alone and I started crying and as he heard my cries...