Allison

Jayden's dead weight was a struggle to manage, but the sound of approaching voices outside motivated me to drag him inside quickly. The bed creaked in relief as he landed on it, his toes wiggling slightly as he struggled to regain some semblance of consciousness.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and frustration simmered just below the surface. Why had he come here, of all places?

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples in frustration. "Why did you come here, for crying out loud?" I muttered to myself. "You should have gone to your room. You're just making everything exhausting and confusing for me."

I decided to...