Mocking Dick (6)

You woke up to an excruciating headache in your forehead. You glanced at your nightstand (which you’d thankfully placed a glass of water and an aspirin on last night) and noted the time.

It read, 9:30 am.

“Damnit!” You groaned, rolling over on your back to face the ceiling. You reached your hand over to the dresser, moving around it until you found the small box that was your phone.

You pushed the on button and made another exasperated noise. There were 7 missed messages from both Rich and Rob.

What the heck had happened last night?

The first three from Rob were simply asking where you were, but the last four were interesting.

Rich: Y/n, can we meet up tomorrow?

Rich: Y/n, cmon.

Rich: I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Rich: I realize you’re probably asleep. Please text me in the morning.

You’d hardly remembered anything after you drank those tequila shots with Briana and Kim, so you had no clue why Rich was so upset.

Y/n: What even happened last night?

You then realized that trying to figure out what happened would result in having to talk to him.

“Ugghhh,” you mumbled, tossing the covers off your bed and stretching as you stood up.

–

You’d taken a shower and gotten dressed by 10 o’clock, just in time to meet everyone before photo ops.

You headed to the green room with your heart beating viciously in your throat.

Briana and Kim stood in the hall, talking quietly and typing quickly on their phones.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, but it faltered as you realized that they weren’t happy, “What’s wrong?”

Kim glanced at Briana and bit her lip.

“It’s Rich, Y/n. He’s missing.”