Awaken Me (The Jaded Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

the loveseat. The temperature has dropped and my feet are cold, but I don’t feel like going back inside. Sometimes when I first walk in, I swear I smell Anna’s perfume. It hits me again in those moments.
    I lean my head back again and close my eyes. The alcohol coursing through my body has my eyes dropping closed. Hopefully I’ll be able to get some type of sleep, even if I do freeze my ass off in the process.

    I wake the next morning with a headache from hell and my balls shriveled up so far they’re almost nonexistent. My feet feel numb when I try to wiggle my toes. The sun is barely starting to rise, and I hear a rooster crowing off in the distance somewhere. I turn my neck from side to side to try and loosen the muscles. When I go to stand up, dizziness hits, and I drop back down. Groaning from the impact of my ass hitting the seat and jostling my head, I squeeze my eyes shut.
    Too much fucking drink. Too bad it’s the only thing that helps.
    Gritting my teeth and ignoring the pounding in my head, I grab the empty bottle of whiskey, get up, and walk into the house. My stomach grumbles, making me realize I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. Definitely not good when you’ve been drinking. I walk to the fridge and open it. Nothing edible. Of course there wouldn’t be anything; I’ve been gone a month.
    I pop a couple of pain pills for my head and make my way to the bathroom. Shower and a trip to Evelyn’s Market for food and whiskey is needed.
    Once I’m done, and still feeling like shit, I grab my keys and wallet and head out to my truck. The trip only takes a few minutes. As I pass by a small house, I see a realtor sign out front. I mentally remember the name and number to call them later. I haven’t made up my mind, but I’d like to know my options if I decide to move and sell the property.
    I snatch one of the small buggies and start loading it up with a few things. Guilt hits me when I walk up to the cooler that houses the beer. I know I’m drinking too much, but I’m at the point where I don’t care. I’ll do anything to help keep the dreams and memories at bay. They still slip through when I’m in a drunken haze, but not as often. I’ll take any relief I can get. It’s not that I want to completely forget, I just don’t want it to hurt so bad.
    I push the guilt aside and stick two twenty-four packs of Sam Adams in the bottom of the buggy. Then I make my way over to the liquor shelf and grab a few bottles of Jack. I have nothing pressing to do, so it doesn’t matter if I decide to get hammered.
    The cashier looks at me with pity when she rings me up, and I bite back a retort. These people may know what happened, but it doesn’t give them the right to judge. Until they feel the pain I live with on a daily basis, they can keep their pity to themselves.
    After putting the shit in the back of the truck, I make my way around to the driver side. My eye catches on Maggie’s Diner across the street. I think about going in and saying hi to Maggie, but I decide against it. I hate going in there and don’t do it very often. It’s another place where the memories bombard me.
    Another memory surfaces of me driving into town yesterday. Chris and Bailey were walking down the road. Unwillingly, my eyes were drawn to her until I had no choice but to force them back on the road. I ended up on the shoulder with my head turned toward them. I watched as Chris and Bailey made it to Maggie’s. Right before they walked inside, Chris turned her head and looked straight at me. I knew she couldn’t see me through the tint of the glass, but it felt like she was looking all the way into my soul. I hadn’t seen her since that morning over a month ago, and I’ll never admit it to anyone, but I missed seeing her. However, the look in her eyes had my brows drawing down into a frown. She looked unhappy. A pang hit my chest at the look. Pissed at the emotion, I turned back around and drove away.
    I shake my head at