CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hannah
‘Can’t believe you’re still out of it. Bitch.’
Hannah felt a shudder through her body and figured the man who’d spoken had kicked whatever she lay on. He sounded really dicked.
She tried to think, but it hurt. Like the feeling of swallowing razorblades when she had tonsillitis, except it was her brain that throbbed. She was pretty numb everywhere else. And her eyelids were concrete blocks. Nothing was going to open them.
‘b***h. I haven’t gone to all this trouble for a dead root.’
Hannah heard the man walking around the room. He mumbled, swore, burped and got angrier by the minute. She recognised a noise as him crushing a can. A second later, it banged on the wall above her, fell and skidded over the floor. She made herself stay very still. It was hard becau
