Week 15 Micro fiction: "confession"

 The first time I met Sabrina Jameson, I was trashed at a penthouse party in Manhattan. I didn't know anyone there, and I was blacking in and out of consciousness on the marble bathroom floor. Sabrina found me and was nice enough to to comb the puke out of my hair and help me wash my face. She took off my shoes and tucked me into her giant cloud of a bed. She stroked my hair gently as I fell asleep. At the time it was comforting but I should have known there was something off about her... 

Then maybe I wouldn't have needed revenge. 

(Holy Trinity Catholic Church)