Olympia POV

My eyelids flutter open, and I stare at the ceiling, feeling dazed.

'Where am I?'

I don't know this place. The ceiling is enough to tell me that this isn't my place. My ceiling is dark and spotty. This one has been painted over with a vibrant blue.

Pulling myself into a sitting position, my eyes take in the room. My head is splitting, and my body feels heavy. It takes me a couple of minutes to realize that this is a motel room. The small outdated television box across the room is a dead giveaway.

My fingers run through my hair, agitated, "How did I get here?"...