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"You smell good." Janice held him close as she ran her nose along his neck.
"Thanks." He was having trouble holding on to his thoughts and an even harder time focusing on his feet so he didn't trip or collapse.
Something wasn't right. He'd never felt this way after drinking. Even when he'd gotten sloppy drunk a time or two, he'd been able to focus on things better than he could now.
Janice led him around the dance floor, just swaying to the slow music that played. He let her lead, unable to do more than hold on to her as he tried to think.
"I don't feel so good. I think I need the bathroom." He tried to take a step back, but Janice held him.
"Let me help you." She continued to hold him in her arms but turned them toward a doorway.
"No, I need…" He shook his head, unable to remember what he needed.
"It's okay, Trenton. I have you. It's going to be okay."
He thought she knocked on the door, but he couldn't be sure. He was too focused on trying to stay standing. His head was a mess, pain and confusion both consuming him. "I can't…" His eyes closed and he jerked, forcing them open. What the hell was going on? He needed to sit down and call someone to come get him.
"Let me help you." Janice led him into a small room.
He hadn't even noticed the door opening as she pushed him into a chair beside a desk.
"You did good with this one, Janice," a man's voice said.
Trenton tried to focus, but couldn't tell where the man was. It was like he was at the end of a tunnel, the sounds echoing around inside his head.
"I thought so." She stepped away from Trenton. "You got him from here?" she asked.
Trenton tried to lift his head, tried to keep his eyes open.
"I'll handle him." The man's voice was closer.
Trenton's head rolled to the side, his body refusing to respond to any demand he tried to give it. He'd never been so weak, so confused. If he could just get his phone…
CHAPTER TWO
He was going to throw up. Trenton rolled to his side and fought to keep the contents of his stomach down, but lost the struggle as he hunched over and vomited on the floor. At least he assumed it was the floor. He couldn't be sure of anything right now other than his stomach was revolting and his head pounded like someone was hitting him with a sledgehammer.
He hated the smell of vomit.
He wiped his hand against his mouth then fell back, lying on something hard and cold as he tried to open his eyes and figure out where he was.
He couldn't think. He couldn't remember.
He tried to sit up but found he didn't have the strength.
"Give it time. It will wear off." A voice beside him was nothing more than a faint whisper.
Trenton turned his head toward the sound, but couldn't open his eyes to see who spoke to him.
"They drugged you. Probably a few times with different stuff. It'll take time to wear off." The voice came again.
Trenton's chest tightened. Drugged?
He faded back to sleep only to be woken up by another wave of nausea. This time he didn't vomit, but he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Fuck, he felt like shit.
"You okay?"
Trenton managed to open his eyes to find a young man sitting a few feet to his side. He blinked, trying to force away the haze that glossed his vision. "I don't know. I hurt everywhere and my head feels like it's going to explode." Slowly, memories started coming back to him. The bar. The woman. The dance. Then nothing. A wave of unease and panic swept through him and he tried to sit up only to find himself doubled over again with dry heaves.
