Reminiscing

Nancy's POV~

A blistering headache was the first thing I felt as I awakened.

What the hell happened?

I rubbed my aching neck. A groan escaped from my lips as I felt a sharp, throbbing pain inside my head.

I immediately noticed my surroundings and I seemed to be in an unfamiliar house. One I had never seen before. The emptiness engulfed me and my own raging thoughts. As much as I tried to recall the previous night's events, I couldn't.

But the foul taste of alcohol in my mouth was a clear indication that I had done some drinking.

Where was Candice?

That's when I vaguely remembered the dinner. I sat up in bed in a flash, causing me to cry out in agony and clutch my hands over my face.

What was the cause of this terrible headache?

I was a heavy drinker, so I never had to deal with hungover effects the next day. I just wasn't vulnerable to these hangovers. So why was I suddenly feeling this pain?

I carefully climbed off of bed and stretched. I was fully clothed, so I didn't have a random one night stand. I sighed in relief. After Alex's death, I promised myself that I would be done with hook ups. No more. I needed to change, for Candice.

Where was she?

First, I really needed some painkillers. I headed towards one of the doors that was inside the room. It was–thankfully–a bathroom. I began to rummage through cupboards and cabinets. I almost cried out in happiness when I found a bottle of Tylenol. With anxious movements I opened the small container and dropped two pills on the palm of my hand. Popping both of them instantly.

I placed the bottle aside and rested my hands on the sink, leaning closer towards the mirror and staring at myself. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I took notice of the bruise that was forming across my cheek. I angrily poked at the bruise and winced in pain.

What the hell? Did I get into a fight? What happened? Where was Candice?

All these unanswered questions continued to bother me and they did nothing to soothe out my throbbing headache. I left the bathroom and once again my eyes roamed over the room.

The dizziness didn't stop me from abandoning it. I stepped out into a quiet hallway and I could almost sense something wrong.

How did I get here?

I continued to walk around the halls and passing by closed doors and empty rooms. I was surprised that I hadn't bumped into anyone. After a minute of pacing about, I found what appeared to be the front door.

"Finally." I mumbled.

I gripped the doorknob and before I could turn it, a soft click stopped me abruptly.

"Going somewhere?" A smooth, yet threatening voice cajoled.

I turned away from the door and came face to face with what I had assumed–a gun.

A tall, thin and stunning brunette stood a few feet away from me. Her grip on the gun never faltered and I didn't dare try anything. Not when I knew that the safety had been removed. My eyes did a quick roam over the living room as I tried to spot anything that could serve as a weapon.

"Who are you?" I snarled.

"Hold your horses Blondie, I'm the one asking and you'll be the one answering." She taunted.

I glared at her. If only I wasn't being held at gun point, I would be able to land a few hits at her. My headache wasn't being of much help but I wasn't going to let that stop me.