Book 3: Chapter 16

Annoying music woke me from a very deep sleep, and I reached my hand over to shut off the alarm on my phone before I realize it wasn’t there.

I shot straight up in bed and became even more disoriented when nothing looked like my bedroom.

The sharp stinging pain in my cheek brought last night’s events back to me. Bethany being held by those guys, wanting her uncle’s money back, the knife on my face.

I hissed a painfilled breath and gently touched my cheek. I knew the cut was just a thin line, but it really felt as if he took a huge chunk out of my cheek.

I scrambled to shut off the still jingling phone; spitting out curses when my feet kept stumbling across the floor to where my purse sat. Ugh, was it really already time to get up? I opened my phone to call Bethany and tell her there was no way I was going to be coming in today, only to find a message from her saying she was closing shop for a few days. I just knew that over the next few months, I would be loo