Page 57 of Resurrecting the Enemy
“I had to jump in between Xavier and Curt before Xavier killed him, and Xavier helped carry you outside to wait for the ambulance. People were assuming you got alcohol poisoning or something.”
“I’d only had that one cup,” I absently stated. I hadn’t wanted to get drunk, knowing Ramsey would get pissed off if I did and probably ruin the night.
“I know,” she said. “That’s why, as soon as the ambulance arrived, I told them you’d been drugged and to draw your blood immediately.”
“Oh, Christ…”
“Xavier and some other boys from the football team helped me clear out the party,” she went on. “As soon as everyone was gone, Curt included, I called your parents and then mine. As soon as they came home, we headed straight over here. We’ve been here all night, waiting for you to wake up.”
“So…what did the doctor say? Have they been by?”
She nodded. “Your blood work results confirmed you’d been drugged.”
“I…”What in the hell?“I…why would he…I don’t understand…”
“I don’t know what’s going on, Lake,” she remarked sadly. “But while Xavier was wailing on him, Curt was saying odd shit about how…about how if you know what it feels like to be drugged, then you’ll have to forgive him.”
“What?” That made no sense.
She shook her head. “I don’t know, Lake. That’s just what he kept saying.” Her shoulders dropped and that told me there was more. “Also, it wasn’t until we were herding everyone out of there that I saw Erica.” Eden’s voice grew cold. “I have no idea why she was there, but she hadn’t been invited. Neither was Curt.”
I took a deep breath and tried to steady my trembling hands. I’d been drugged by Curt and I had no idea why. Worse than that, I’d been drugged by a guy I used to date. Was I that bad a judge of character that I dated someone who was capable of such a horrible act and not suspect that he had that type of evil in him?
“Also, the police came by this morning,” she continued, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could process. “They’re going to come back this afternoon with the hope that you’ll be awake by then.”
“Did they arrest Curt?” My head was throbbing badly, and I could feel my body losing its energy.
She shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “They want your accounts of last night. They want to see what you can remember.” Eden sounded frustrated. “Our parents are pissed because the police basically told them that, just because you were drugged, that doesn’t mean it was Curt who did it. Curt can argue that he was helping you.” She shook her head again. “They’re basically depending on your memory, Lake.”
“But I don’t remember anything, Eden,” I told her.
She reached out and squeezed my leg. “Maybe not now,” she said. “But…maybe if you rest some more, or…once the drug completely leaves your system, you might.”
Tears pushed out and I didn’t bother wiping them away as they coursed down my face. “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Eden,” I quietly confessed my confusion.
“You’re not supposed to do anything but rest right now, Lake,” she said softly. “Your health is the number one thing right now, okay? We’ll worry about the rest of it as it comes to us.” I stretched my arms out for a hug because she saidus,notyou.
Eden wrapped me up in her arms, and I cried for a long time before asking her to go get my parents. She quickly agreed, but not before wetting a washcloth and cleaning my face, and I was, again, grateful for her consideration. My parents were already worried about me. They didn’t need to see me a crying mess on top of it.
As I closed my eyes and waited for my parents, I couldn’t help but wonder why Ramsey wasn’t here. I suspected my parents probably had my phone, but even with that, when he arrived at Eden’s last night to see the party had been broken up, he would have gone in search of answers, right? Ramsey didn’t strike me as the type who would be all ‘oh, well’, and go about his business.
So, why wasn’t he here?
And what did Curt mean about how I’ll forgive him now that I’d been drugged? That didn’t make any sense. What did drugging me have to do with him cheating with…
Oh, God.
Had she drugged him?
Did Erica hate me enough that she drugged my boyfriend just to…hurt me? That made even less sense, but what else could Curt have meant?
Sleep claimed me again before I could find answers to any of my questions.
Chapter 31
Ramsey~
Ispent last night getting drunk enough that I passed out in mine and Maddox’s spare bedroom. We had one here, one at Uncle Liam’s and Aunt Roselyn’s, and one at Uncle Deke’s and Aunt Delaney’s house. Bu then, with the houses being as big as they all were, every one of us had a room we could crash in at any one of the houses.
