Usman snorted as he watched Mansur stir in his sleep. He grumbled loudly, placing his hands on his forehead as he slowly pushed himself up. The pungent smell of stale vomit hung in the air. Usman had cleaned the floor where Mansur had thrown up, but he'd left the clothes on Mansur. He didn't care that he was lying on his sheets. He was planning to burn them as soon as mansur left.
"Where am I?" he muttered, shielding his eyes from the bright light seeping in through the window. Usman pretended not to hear him. He was still seething from the words Mansur had said last night. He felt like stomping on his face as he looked at him.
Mansur rolled uncomfortably, propping himself up on his elbow. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in his surrounding. He was lying in an unfamiliar bed, in a room
