Rachel's POV

"Shit..." I groaned rolling on the bed. I had gone to bed really late last night even though I retired back to the room early.

I knew yesterday was going to be rough, but I didn't expect it to go exactly the way it did; well, all that mattered was that I was fine right now, still feeling bad but fine.

Not really fine, but at least in one piece.

My body hurts from all the bruises and wounds I somehow managed to gain just yesterday.

Dragging my tired body, I got up from the bed, stretching my arms in front of me while cranking my neck.

I...