CHAPTER 2 : Only Survivor

Malek

The sun poured into my apartment through the drawn drapes. I groaned at the dull throbbing of my head and the bitter taste of alcohol on my tongue. The loud buzzing wasn't helping my case. I drew my eyes open; shaggy chestnut locks immediately invaded my vision. I could feel the weight of someone's arm draped over my waist. I reached to slowly remove the arm, careful not to wake... Eric? Alex? What's his name up.

Slowly I slid out of the bed, grabbing my phone off the bed side table before I tip toed out of the room in nothing but my boxer briefs. I made it into the en-suite bathroom before answering the phone. I didn't bother to even check the caller ID as I rubbed the sand out of my eyes.

"What?" I said my voice raspy and my throat a bit sore.

"We need to meet," Damien's voice came through the phone. I frowned, knowing full well that he never called with anything good. What was wrong now?