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up. Where the fuck am I?  
    Grass, water, a bridge, I spun around and saw another bridge. I was facing Mercer Island. I-90. North, I have to go north. My fists banged into my head. Think. I swung left and my feet began to move, and soon I was running through the rain to safety. To my room. I just needed to get to my room.
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    I smelled soot, felt the warmth, and heard the crackling of a fire. It took me several long confusing seconds to swath out the after effects of whatever drug was hazing my mind. Then several more to recall a few tidbits of what had happened to put me here. My limbs were heavier than my eyelids, and my mouth was viscid.
    “You drugged me,” I croaked to the man sitting on the arm of the couch watching me apprehensively. He relaxed the moment I spoke.
    “I didn’t, but yeah, the doctor did. You were going to hurt yourself.” He sighed heavily. “Trey, what the hell was that?”
    Snippets of a terrified escape swam through my head.
    “Me. That was me.” I struggled to sit up and moaned. As I clenched my head in my hands, waiting for the washy feeling to subside, I filtered through the scant memories there. The club, Molly, Molly’s brother Freddie... that was it, that was what I was looking for in there. I went home with Freddie and what? I shook my head to clear it and cringed. That was stupid. I knew better than to move after someone sticks a needle in me.
    “Water?” I asked without moving.
    Freddie shoved a bottle of water into my line of sight, which I had solidly on the black and brown rug under my feet. I swallowed down a third, then recapped it and set it next to my bare feet. I looked curiously at what I was wearing, and swallowed a groan. I refused to freak out. The big grey Athletics t-shirt and baggy black sweatpants smelled fresh and clean, yet I was wearing someone else’s clothes and I didn’t know a damn thing about the person that normally inhabited them.  
    “What happened?” I asked, to take my mind off the clothes.
    I couldn’t seem to recall anything after... fuck... the car, his sexy car and, I think, sex on his car. I scrunched up my face trying to remember, but only succeeded in making my head hurt more.
    “I don’t really know. You went off the deep end, I think,” he said, his tone quiet.
    “How deep did I go, Freddie?” I glanced at him without moving my head. 
    He turned away, rubbing his hand across his mouth and chin. A purple bruise cuddled along the outer edge of his eye, and caressed his cheekbone. Aw crap. I must have hit him.
    “I’d say you jumped off the high dive, Trey.”   He brought his eyes back to me and narrowed them. “You scared the shit out of me. You don’t remember any of it, do you?” 
    I shook my head still encased in my hands. “It’ll come back. It always does.”   I dropped my hands as I glanced at him, cringing I lifted a hand and gently touched the bruises. “I did that, didn’t I?” 
    He nodded and smirked at me. “You have a pretty good left hook when you’re out of your mind.”
    “Shit. I’m sorry... and thank you for not calling me crazy.”
    “You’re not crazy. You’re just— do you see a therapist?” he asked tentatively.  
    “I’ve seen several. They prescribe pills, but they’re just a band aid.”  
    Freddie chuckled lightly. “Mm, yeah, that’s what the doctor did. They’re on the breakfast bar.” He waved a hand towards the kitchen.
     “Doctor? You took me to a doctor?” I asked incredulously, then remembered he had said that before and I missed the implication.
    “Nooo. He came here. Gave you a shot to calm you down and took some blood. I couldn’t picture you in my car. It wouldn’t have been pretty if you regained consciousness while locked in there.”
    “No, I suppose not. I like that car. It would have been a shame to see it wrecked.”
    “You remember that?” Freddie smiled shyly as he turned away.
    Shit, I think he might be blushing . I did remember, in