Kyle blinked awake and was, for a moment, unsure of where he was. As he blinked the world into focus, he began to recognize his surroundings. Why had he slept on the floor? In the kitchen? And why were his pants on backwards?
He got up and saw the empty Jack Daniels bottle on the counter. That answered most of his questions. Then he walked to the bathroom and saw his face. It was covered in rude drawings. He washed them off.
A check of Facebook confirmed his fears. Logan.
Kyle didn’t even pack. He left, and didn’t look back.