Brandon's POV
There are some mornings when waking up felt like a job.
That was exactly what it felt like that morning.
like I was barely surviving.
I woke up with a pounding headache and eyes that burned like sand had been rubbed beneath my eyelids. I didn't remember when I finally slept. I only remembered staring at the ceiling for hours after getting back from the police station, replaying every second of the previous night over and over until my thoughts became noise.
My mother in handcuffs.
The flashing lights.
Mr. Donovan's face.
The police questions.
Seth standing there looking at me for answers I didn't have.
I dragged myself upright and sat at the edge of the bed for a moment. My body felt heavy. Infact everything felt heavy.
Outside my room the house was strangely quiet.
