Guns and Roses

Waiting Anyway

Genevieve

My head was pounding like war drums in the distance. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut before slowly cracking one open.

The ceiling above me was high… white… and unfamiliar.

I sat up too fast. A sharp sting hit the back of my skull and I had to hold my head like it might fall off.

Where the hell was I?

I blinked and took in the room—too clean, too expensive. Blackout curtains. Velvet. A soft rug beneath my feet when I swung my legs off the bed.

This wasn’t my place.

Not even close.

My heartbeat kicked up, the events of last night foggy at best—shots, yelling… Saint Laurent?

I stood up quickly, wobbling for a second before balancing myself on the dresser. My eyes scanned for anything. Aweapon, a phone, a sign. My purse was on the nightstand, closed and untouched. My shoe