Abigail woke up in a bed. It wasn’t any of the beds she had woken up in ever since her life took a twist like a Hollywood blockbuster action movie. This was a different bed that much she could tell the moment her eyes opened. It smelled different too.
She looked around the room and tried to remember how she had gotten there. After a minute of tossing her brain for answers, some images came to mind. The last thing she could recall was sitting with Lorenzo on the ground away from the gas station waiting for his friends to come and pick them.
She looked around the room again. She hoped his friends had come and she wasn’t yet again abducted by different people such as the ones that had tried to end their lives in the car.
Although, the more she looked around, the more she was convinced s
