MORNING AFTER.

“Ah little mate, time to go.”

“Go where?”

*****

Why was the rooftop so shaky? And where had Rhian gone?

“Drac!”

“Wake up!”

Time to wake up little mate.

“Rhian…?”

“Who is Rhian?” The shaking persists, “Come on sis, you have to wake up.”

Was that Axel?

I pry my eyes open feeling the weight on my chest and half my face.

“Get him off me,” I croak at Ax sleepily.

“That’s why I was waking you up, he won’t fucking budge, he’s dead asleep, and so were you.”

“Just yank him off Ax, what do you mean he won’t budge he’s a kid.”

“Your funeral.”

The next moment I feel my hair getting yanked from my roots.

“Fuck! that hurts…stop …stop!”

“See.”