*35* Rampage

It simply puts your brain cells to sleep — that's what alcohol does to you.

My pounding head and bitter taste in my mouth make me wonder what exactly I was thinking last night. I not only went to jail — well, not technically, still, I put myself into a position where I was clearly in Ben's mercy. I cried, I showed him how broken I felt, I showed him how his brutal denial of our relationship turned me into a lost puppy.

Now, I am lying on his bed, tucked neatly under the bed cover, all I can think about last night. Yes, he did kiss me, but it is hard to ignore the coldness of the bed which clearly states Ben didn't come to bed last night. I do remember the kiss, but that's it. I have no memories of what happened after that, how I reached this bed.