After the back and forth I had with Pedro earlier, I decided I was not going to share a room or spend another night in the same bed with him.

I planned on telling him that his reason for this honeymoon needed to be reconsidered because I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach.

Then I hear the door swing open, slamming on the wall with a loud bang. I jolted awake.

I felt my eyes unconsciously twitch against the dim lighting, disoriented, my senses still heavy with sleep.

The first thing I registered was the strong scent of cigarettes, and alcohol, definitely a whiskey smell—It was so potent...