ANTHONY'S P.O.V
I stirred to consciousness as I felt a damp clothe touch me. I tried figuring out what was going on to no avail, as my head was blank with no memories in it.
After about a minute, I felt another pain surge through me as the cloth touched my wound.
I tried to flinch but it looked like I was glued to the bed.
After about two minutes of staying on the bed motionless, the images of what happened last flowed through my mind, it appeared like a thunderbolt causing a migraine to shoot through my entire body.
It was with so much willpower that I controlled myself.
Megan had slapped me across the face and punch my sore wound with her tight fist.
I remembered that I forced my way through the door only to discover it was locked. The last thing that lingered in my head was
