Michael's POV
The throbbing in my skull felt like a jackhammer tearing through concrete. My eyes snapped open to stare at the shadowy ceiling above, disoriented and struggling to remember where I was.
Darkness filled the room, heavy curtains blocking out any hint of daylight.
I squeezed my eyes shut as another wave of pain crashed through my head. The brutal reality of my drinking binge the night before slammed into me with the force of a freight train.
A groan escaped my throat as I pressed my palms against my temples, desperately trying to massage away the relentless ache. I attempted to sit up, but my entire body protested with sharp pains. Defeated, I collapsed back onto the mattress with a harsh exhale.
Then the memories hit me like lightning.
Fragments of the previous evening flooded back in vivid, merciless detail.
Allyson.
