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Point of view of Abby

Shit.

My whole body hurts, my head, back, waist, buttocks, vagina, even my hair hurts.

Moment. The vagina? What the hell...?

Looking at my surroundings, I realize that I am in my room. How did I get home? I am also amazed to see that I am wearing a very comfortable and warm bathrobe with the letters FK embroidered on the right lapel. Why am I covered in a bathrobe?

I got up, and my legs hurt too; they felt heavy and even twisted. I go to the mirror in my room, and the bathrobe opens... I'm naked!

What the hell happened?

I get instantly dizzy and decide I need to take a well-deserved bath. No. A shower would be better.

I get under the shower head and turn on the cold water. As the water falls, vague memories of hands touching my entire body come to mind. I wash myself quickly and brush my teeth. I don't remember exactly what happened, and Kate is the only person I trust who can tell me what I did during the party.

I quickly dress in some leggings and a loose University of Vancouver t-shirt; I lift my hair and comb it into a loose ponytail; and dash, I run out to the kitchen to get ibuprofen and lots of water. I am very thirsty.

As I enter the kitchen and look for the pills, I see from the corner of my eye that the coffee maker is on and that Ailen is walking towards the door accompanied by a tall, blonde, disheveled boy. I ignore them and find the medicine bag in a drawer on the counter.

"See you around, baby," the boy murmured to Ailen.

Wailing...

Oh my God! They are at the door of the apartment, and they are doing their dirty things.

Two seconds later, Ailen appears with a smile that threatens to split his face in two. She sees me and sighs.

"Oh, Abby! I didn't know there were men so well-endowed, handsome, intelligent, and with so much money. He is the perfect man!" She tells me, sighing.

Where were her manners?

"Well endowed?" I stammer, confused.

Great, I'll play along.

"Yes, his penis is huge," she tells me with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Fuck! I didn't have to know about the intimate characteristics of your current flirts" 

I and my damn curiosity.

"Sorry, it's just perfect. And now? He also knows how to cook. He prepared breakfast, and it was exquisite," she boasts to me.

"Don't tell me they did it in the kitchen." How disgusting! I complained and took the two pills with a huge glass of ice water.

"Coffee will help you more," she tells me, and she goes in to pour a cup.

"You know I don't like coffee," I reply.

"But you look terrible. Believe me, it will suit you better than tea," she insisted, and I received the cup.

Burn! It is very hot and very strong. And it lacks sugar.

"It hurts!" I exclaimed plaintively and grabbed my head with both hands.

"I'm not surprised. You can't stand anything. Two shots of whiskey, and you were already drunk and frolicking with a guy. It reminded me of In Bed with Madonna.

"Two shots of whiskey? Me frolicking?"

"Yeah. You were with a sexy guy, cuddling and drinking Jack Daniel's whiskey"

"Oh my God! Well, what the hell did I do?!" I asked her, increasingly confused.

"I don't know exactly, but from what I saw, you had a great time after you went to see Ethan."

"That? I don't understand," I murmured, and I was going to lie down on the couch.

"Well, do you remember when José came to tell you that he heard Ethan fucking someone else in his room?"

"Yeah"

"Well, I didn't know what happened because they called me, but after a while, you appeared in front of me, hugged by Eduard Fuller himself, already very in tune, and you asked me for a room."

"Oh, Mother..."

"Yes, obviously. I asked what had happened, and you told me that you were going to show Ethan that he who laughs last laughs best. Elliot and I took them to a guest room because there was no way you were going to fuck in my bed."

"Heavens...!"

"In the early morning, my parents called, saying that they would return before Paris, and I went to look for you in the room." She stops and takes a sip of his coffee. "When we entered, we found several condoms on the floor, your clothes, Eduard's, and yours. And him lying in bed"

"Holy shit! It can't be...!" I shouted, forgetting the hangover.

They saw me naked!

"Elliot didn't see you. He immediately came out of what covered you with a bathrobe, and that's when he came back in to help me. First, we took you out, then Eduard, who also had quite a few drinks and was babbling to Elliot to see if he would stop screwing him about how he's gay and how he fucked you like a stud. And I don't doubt it. Eduard fell asleep in the SUV they brought, and we took you up to your room, so you could get a good night's sleep," my best friend tells me, trying to calm me down.

"Ailen... I... I just..." I stammer, embarrassed by my behavior. 

"I don't know if I ever told you to never fuck someone out of spite, but no way. If it was Eduard Fuller, it would not be a big deal."

"Damn! No, no, no. This is a mistake... I mean... How do you think I fucked a billionaire with a reputation for being gay in your parent's house? No! YOU ARE CRAZY... I couldn't have lost my virginity in a drunken state and with a stranger... Damn! You're wrong... I have a boyfriend... I have to see Ethan."

"Don't invent, Abby! What are you going to tell Ethan? Also, José supposedly told you that he was fucking another woman in his room. What happened, I mean, that you started drinking with a stranger and had sex in one of the rooms of my house?"

"I don't know, Ailen. I have no idea..."

"Well, remember, girl, because if you used an eye for an eye, it's best to finish. You don't deserve it, and he's not worth it," she tells me, and she goes to her room.

I stay in the living room, trying to remember what I did during that party. I do not remember anything!

I go to my room to look for my cell phone, and no matter how much I rummage and turn the room upside down, I can't find my bag. I'll tell Ailen that we should go to her house to get my bag and see if we didn't make a mess, although, out of decency, I think we also have to clean up the mess.

"Ailen, I think we have to go back to your house... I forgot my bag with my cell phone and my keys"

"Yeah come on. I want to give Dad's employees a well-deserved tip. We left the house in a mess and I think they won it if they managed to clean everything before they arrived," she tells me, amused, as she catches up with me in the living room.

We take a coat and as we are about to open the door we hear a knock.

"Good morning..." Ailen and I greeted them, surprised.

In front of us are two huge guys, serious and looking like police officers.

"Miss Ganash, Miss Harris. Good morning. We come from the police department. I'm Detective Samuel Clark and my partner, Marcus Welch."

I imagined it. Policemen. I think we're in trouble.

"It's a pleasure, officer. How can we help you?" Ailen asks, embarrassed, the guy who introduced himself as Clark.

"We need you to accompany us to the Ganash family residence," the man answers very seriously.

"That? Did my father sue us for damage to private property? I'm his daughter... for God's!" she denies.

I don't think Ailen's employees deserve that tip.

"Ladies. We regret to inform you that a homicide occurred at said residence. We need you to come with us. Now"

What the fuck happened yesterday?

"Wait a second... What are you talking about? My brother and I had a meeting that got out of control and there was a big party, but not a homicide... what do you think?" She says now, nervous.

"We are very sorry. We know it's not easy, but you should know. Her brother Ethan is the deceased"

"No... no... no... you are wrong... no!" I argued with dismay with the officers. 

"Miss Harris, you also need to come. Her belongings were found at the scene. We must ask her some questions."