Chapter 21

• The scent of men's cologne and shampoo filled my nostrils as I opened my eyes. My face was on a white pillow, and I started to feel dizzy as I tried to remember where I was because I'm pretty sure this isn't my pillow, my bed, or my room. Then, pain and discomfort settled in my head.
• Damn, it feels like they're drilling a hole in the center of my skull... and just now when the images from last night came to my mind, it wouldn't be a bad idea if they did. The nausea that gripped me next signaled the proximity of vomit rising up my throat.
• I got out of bed as if the sheets were burning my skin. I ran toward the first bedroom door I saw and opened it. When my eyes found the toilet, I ran toward it, knelt down, and deposited the contents of my stomach in it.