Chapter Seventy Five

Elena had opened her eyes and panicked. Where the hell was she? She didn't recognize anything. She was still dressed, so that's a good thing, she thought. She smelled coffee. She didn't hear anything but a few small noises coming from what she guessed was the kitchen.

She looked around again; the house was definitely decorated by a woman. No man would have that kind of artwork on his wall. There were little knick-knacks on shelves and scented candles on the bookcases. Yeah, there's definitely a woman who lives here. Thinking this hard in the morning made her head hurt even worse. She moaned when a particularly bad spasm made her feel like her head was going to split open and her brain was going to fall out.

"Good Morning sunshine! How's the braincase this morning? Not too sore I hope?"

Elena looked over to see Lena in a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt holding a steaming cup of coffee. Marie offered it to Elena and she took it carefully, trying not to let her shaking hands ma