Nineteen

I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting and groaning as I place my hand on my forehead. God, my head hurts so bad, it feels like a party is going on in my head.

How much did I drink last night?

I peel my eyes wide open, coming face to face with the darkness in my room. But there’s something strange about this room, this doesn’t look like my room even though the room is a little dark. Even the sheets don't feel like mine. I run my fingers over the sheets and it’s silk. I don’t have silk sheets.

“What’s going on? Where am I?” I groan, slowly sitting up.

God, my mouth tastes like acid and my voice is a little hoarse.

Fuck.

The door at the corner of the room opens and someone walks in. I squint my eyes, trying to make out the person as this person pushes something apart, a ray of sunshine pours into the room.

I shut my eyes at once, the sunlight burning my eyes.

“Fuck.” I groan.

“So sorry about that, ma’am.” A voice says and it’s a woman with a Spanish accent.

I slowly open my eyes again as