Chapter 8

Lola's POV

The noise outside my room woke me up, forcing me to flutter my heavy eyes with a deep grunt as my entire body ached so badly, from my head down to my legs. The bed seemed so cold and hard, leaving me wondering how possible that could be. I can't understand why I feel so weak and sore, like someone who was beaten overnight. I tried to recall what was going on, but no information was stored in my head; my brain was literally blank.

I finally opened my eyes after the noise became louder, and that was when I realized I was lying down on the floor and not on my bed. In a rush, I sprung up as my body shivered at the chills that ran through me. My head was banging so hard that I had to rub my temples to ease it.

Why was I sleeping on the floor?

I asked myself the question, allowing my eyes scour the entire room, which I recognized as mine; it was then I sighted the dry clots of blood on my bed and window bars, causing everything to come rushing into my head like