This is a brief continuation to a piece I wrote last month. If you missed the first part of Haley’s story, it can be found here.
Haley’s eyes felt heavy, weighted.
The air around her was musty and thick with the stench of sweat.
A man’s muffled voice coming from somewhere on her left carried a familiar tone that was just outside of recognition.
As the fog in her head slowly began to clear, she cracked open her eyes, blinking, trying to squint away the scarce remnants of light from the only source in the room: a small lamp on a dresser across from the bed where she lay.
Where am I? How did I get here?
She sat up slowly, taking in her surroundings as she struggled against a wave of nausea. Her mouth felt packed with cotton balls, tongue swollen and dry. Moving slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, hands braced beside her.
Her mind scrambled in search of memories, the images flashing in front of her and vanishing before she could reach them.
Wine, a delicious merlot.
Soft music. Candlelight.
Her mind raced in time with the throbbing in her skull. Where was he? Was he ok?
She strained to hear the voice she’d heard only moments before.
Legs protesting her weight, she tried to stand and her eyes caught a hint of light reflected on the nightstand: Water.
She leaned, gripping the glass, bringing it to her lips and drinking heavily, allowing the cool liquid to bring life to her parched body.
Just as quickly, she dropped the glass and hunched over, heaving violently with her head between her knees.
The door to the bedroom opened. “Haley..? Are you ok?” Barely a whisper.
A pause and then, “I’m so sorry, babe. I never wanted this for you. I didn’t.”
She looked up and froze, eyes wide.
This post was written in response to a prompt by The Red Dress Club.
This week focus on the words and the strength of each to contribute to your story.
Write a 300 word piece using the following word for inspiration: LIFE.