Book 1: Chapter 9

Sasha felt the sunlight on her face; she frowned and wondered in her sleep how the sunlight was able to seep through into the room with its drape always closed. Her neck hurts just like her back; she noticed she wasn’t lying comfortably, and her eyelids fluttered open. The first thing she noticed was the windshield, and her brows creased. How could there be a windshield in their room?

The sunlight shines through the window, and that was when she noticed she was sitting. She tried to get up but noticed the seatbelt strapped on her body; her frowning face turned uglier, and she looked around her surroundings, only to notice the steering wheel, the driver’s seat, the gear, and for her to make up that she was in the car.

Why would I be in the car? She wondered, and details of last night came pouring in; she had gone out with the girls, and they had gotten drunk; she had gone to the ladies' room, and then she had seen Michael. He had carried her on his shoulder after shouting