Rachael's POV
"Ah." I yawned opening my eyes slowly, stretching my body on the bed.
Why?
Why those the ceiling color looks different from what I had seen last night, I am really sure the ceilings where white but the ceiling I am staring directly at— is grey.
Justin! I saw Justin last night, where is he?
I sat up on the bed with speed, then I realize— I wasn't in the hotel room anymore. This doesn't look anything like the hotel room.
"This is definitely not the hotel room, I checked into last night." I said out loud, confirming the thoughts I had already.
"Where am I?" I asked myself. "How on earth did he bring me here?"
Okay what do I remember—
I remember being shocked that he was standing outside my hotel room door, when he should be back in crimson pack. And then, he begged me
