Leo

My head hurts, and I am holding everyone responsible for it.

It was a good night at the club, even my father came. Somehow I was drinking whisky and coke with no memory of how I got here.

I opened my eyes, and I was in a bed, which wasn't mine, and also the room looked familiar, but I knew it wasn't in the packhouse.

I moved up onto my elbows and looked around the room. I knew I had been here before; everything felt familiar to me.

I heard the door ...