Tish POV
My head is pounding like I am waking up from a night of drinking, but I don't remember drinking a drop. I groan loudly as my eyes flutter open, but I am met with darkness. The memories of the Uber driver and the SUV come flooding into my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again, hoping for a different view when I reopen them. But it is not different. It wasn't a terrible dream.
As my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, I can see a cement ceiling above me. Tilting my head to the side, a piercing pain shoots through my head. As I try to sit up, a wave of nausea washes over me. I barely roll off the side of the cot before I empty my stomach all over the floor.
"Well, that is gross," a feminine voice comes from the other side of the room.
I wipe the vomit from my
