The Shit You Made

A smack landed on Blake's head. He immediately opened his eyes and was shocked to see Jackson in front of him. The pain from being too drunk last night hitting his head. Closing his eyes back, he asked, "What time is it?"

"You shouldn't worry about time right now! Open your eyes and read this!" Jackson shoved the tablet at his face.

"What…" Blake pushed his hand to get up and finally opened his eyes. Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, his eyes opened wide. "Where am I?"

"Where am I, you asked?" Jackson felt like hitting the back of Blake's head right that moment. "Get up and remember!"

Blake frowned. He looked around once again and saw Larisa standing near the dining table. Completely losing his mind, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Larisa scoffed. Her hands were crossed and she felt like laughing hearing that question from Blake, "Shouldn't I be the one asking?"

"Read this first you fool!" Jackson urged him to read.