Ramp It Up by Megan Hetherington

Author:Megan Hetherington [Hetherington, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Miles

It feels like it’s the middle of the night when I wake, fully clothed, on my bed. I shudder with the pain that is thudding through my head and the smell of bleach stuck up my nose.

“What the fuck?” I rise up onto my elbows and squint around the room. Yep, this is my bedroom but the curtains are drawn, which is odd, as I don’t close them, especially when I’m shit-faced.

I yank off my boots and let them drop onto the floor, then lever myself up and pad across to the window. The moon is casting a bright light across the town hunkered down into the base of the mountain. I drag one curtain across the rail so the light illuminates the room and then I go through to the landing.

There’s none of the usual snoring or late-night music filtering through from any of the bunk rooms and over the railing I can see down into the living area, noticing that all the mess from yesterday has been cleared.

Then I remember. Reese. She made good on her promise and has tidied and cleaned everywhere. That must be why I can smell bleach.

Tripping carefully down the stairs I go to the refrigerator and take out a carton of juice. Squeezing the last of it straight down my throat.

My cell phone is on the countertop and I take it over to the wall sockets and plug it in to charge. Kicking a beanbag across to the wall, I collapse on to it and pick up my phone. I scroll through my social media feeds, text messages and emails. There’s nothing of real interest in there and my calendar is showing nothing to get excited about either.

Life has suddenly become boring and I rest back my head, wondering why I can’t even be bothered to go outside. Boarding is my escape and the wilderness my playground, but right now I want to stay here in this warm, clean chalet and do nothing. And I don’t even mean relax or chill because even that seems like it requires effort. Absolutely nothing is the order of the day. I want to be so bored that I could sit like this for hours with the only sound the occasional crunching of beans as they shift when I sink further into the cotton twill of the bag.

A thought zings into my brain, but before I can grab hold of it and listen, it drifts out again. Then another and finally I give up on even trying to control them. It doesn’t feel good, it’s not like I’m meditating or some such shit.

Could it be that I’m losing it?

If I could even be concerned with analyzing that thought, I would. But I can’t.

I’m not sure how long I sit here for and it’s not until my phone buzzes next to me I even attempt to move.

“Hey Josie,” I croak.

“Just checking that you’re happy with Reese’s work at your place yesterday. And if you are, can you bring her what she’s owed this morning.

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