Asha
I have a terrible headache. I slowly flutter my eyes open.
“Look who’s finally awake. My sleeping beauty,” I hear a voice. One that I recognize all too well.
“David, what the f**k is going on?” I ask. My vision is still blurry, but I would know that creepy, ass voice anywhere.
I’ve never fallen asleep at work. I mean sometimes it gets real slow at work, but I usually chat with the nurses during that time. Even when my activities with Max were tiring, I still worked without cracking.
I have a weird aftertaste in my mouth. Agh! What a nightmare. Headache, weird taste, and waking up to this creeper.
As my eyes slowly adjust to my surroundings, I get more and more disoriented. I have no idea where I am. It looks like some janky motel.
How the f**k did I end up in this nasty pla
