120: An Offer You Can't Refuse

SCARLETT

My eyes were heavier than a monster truck when I opened them, I had to squint and hold my temple gingerly to keep the headache I felt from splitting my brain into two halves.

The second my eyes did a scan of the environment I was in, I realized that I has bigger problems than a splitting headache because I was in a strange room, laying on an unfamiliar bed. I sat up quickly, ready to sprint out of the room when the events of the previous night suddenly came flooding back.

The intensity with which those memories slammed into me made me hold onto the bed I’d been waves to bolt from for dear life.

Micheal’s betrayal stung like a swarm of bees had attacked me and gone right for my face.

That cold and detached person that he’d become while I was fighting for my life was nothing like the man I’d known him to be for well over a month. I’d have never expected that a person so gentlemanly, kind and compassionate could turn out to be a raging psychopath.

The longer I thought of it, the