Chapter 131

Will

I'd passed out once in my life.

Dehydration.

So I didn't realize what was happening when Zane was snapping his fingers in front of my face and asking how old I was.

"He can't count that high," Demetri muttered.

"So many candles." Ty shuddered.

I shoved them away and moved to a sitting position then held my head in my hands rubbing my temples. "What happened?"

Nobody spoke.

I sucked in a breath as the events crashed over me, jarring my memory to a painful degree.

That night.

That. Night.

I chose never to think about it.

Hated giving it power.

But in that moment.

I did.

I thought about it - really thought about it.

The fight with Ang before the concert.

The fight with Andrew after.

Drinking just enough to be angry at the world that things weren't going my way - that my best friend wouldn't listen to me about drugs, that he'd hurt the woman I loved, and that the woman I loved was choosing drugs over me.

The groupie was pretty.

And it was easy.

So easy to wonder