"Twenty-five

Lora's POV

It was daybreak. A ray of morning sunlight reflected on her face, booming her beauty. She sat upright and stretched, stiffening a yawn afterward. She looked surprisingly around the decorated room, unaware of where she was. The paintings on the wall, the inspirational write-ups, everything here seemed so strange to her. Then she tried to recall everything that transpired last night. She remembered she had hit Bill on the head with a liquor bottle, and she gasped...

"Bill! Oh my gosh, what the heck transpired after I hit him and escaped?" Her eyes grew wider "ghuur! Could it be that he passed out?!"

Different thoughts flowed through...