Perfect Strangers

42| Trust

Chapter 42: Trust (Alex's POV)

I woke up with a pounding head, just like I had last time. The only difference this time around: My clothes were changed. I had no idea who brought me here last night, so I had no idea who had changed me. I peeked inside my shirt. 

I don't even have a bra on. 

I was wearing black sweatpants with a loose t-shirt that I had lying around in my closet. I ignored my pounding head, which was still spinning from last night, by the way, and grabbed my phone off the counter. I immediately dialed Hannah's number but it went straight to voicemail. I tried Abby, she didn't answer. I tried Connor, he didn't answer. "Come on, Zach," I mumbled while crawling out of bed. 

"Hello?" he answered. 

"Oh, thank God! Why is nobody answering?! What the hell happened last night?" I questioned while pacing around my room. 

"Look, I gotta go I can't talk right now. I have inspectors over at the gym," he spoke in hushed tones before hanging up. 

"I- God damn it!" I yelled into my palms. I went into my bathroom and huffed, looking at myself. 

Huh. All my makeup was off. 

That also wasn't off last time. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before going downstairs while throwing my hair up in a bun. I rubbed my eyes and aching head, hoping to ease some of the pain. I went straight into the kitchen and set up the kettle to make some tea. 

I sat down on the barstool and pressed down on my forehead, massaging the knot and slowly dissolving it. "Mother Teresa help me," I sighed as the kettle went off, the high pitch ringing in my ears. I turned it off immediately and made myself tea. 

While I was walking up to my room, I heard voices from my dad's study. I thought he'd be at work. I opened his door after knocking and almost dropped my tea when I saw Carter sitting there. 

"Alex, could you give us a minute?" 

What are they doing? 

"Yeah, sorry," I said before closing the door and going up to my room. I set the tea down on my desk as I sat there, hugging my left knee and biting my nails, my right leg bouncing off the floor repeatedly. 

I stared out the window, waiting for Carter to leave but he never did. While I was sitting there anxiously, my bedroom door opened and Carter walked in. 

I stood up quickly and turned to him. "What are you doing here?" I asked. 

"I need to talk to you," he said vaguely. 

"Okay," I said slowly. 

"You disappeared again last night." My heart dropped at the thought of Hudson being the one who brought me back. 

There's no way. He isn't nice enough to take my makeup off. 

"I did? I-I don't remember anything," I stuttered. 

"Nothing?" he questioned. 

"Nothing after Hannah called me. She was looking for Connor," I said. 

"Why couldn't she find him?" he arched an eyebrow at me. 

"I don't know," I shrugged, lying. 

"You're lying." 

Did he not see Hudson putting a pill in my drink? 

"I give up," I mumbled under my breath, "You didn't believe me last time, why would you believe me now?" I thought out loud.