I wake up because everything hurts. My back, my neck, my stomach, my head and my face. My face? Why does my face hurt? I slightly shift. And finally understand why my back hurts. I'm sleeping on a bench or something very similar. What the fuck? I start to lift my head.
"Hey, Ace,don't move too fast. You've had a hell of a night." Benji says.
"Benji?" I finally open my eyes and search for my friend.
"Yeah mate?"
"What..." my question dies on my lips when I see where we are.
Gray, bare walls. A sink and a toilet. Tiles on the floor. Two long benches on both sides of the "room" and the biggest difference from a room and this room is... this room has bars. Fucking bars. I'm in jail. I'm in lockup. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I look at Benji who is sitting across the room. He looks just as terrible as I feel.His hair that is supposed to be shorter than it is now- is messy. He has this look in his eyes. Like he has been up all night. My eyes probably don't work well, because it looks like he has a big fucking bruise covering his cheek and another one on his jaw. WHAT. THE.FUCK. He doesn't look angry. Just tired. And maybe a little bit worried.
"Don't worry. I called Ash. If he finds his documents and money- we will get out of here." Benji announces.
I think over what he just said. Oh, fuck, if Ash has no money- how is he gonna get it? But a different, much more important question is on my mind.
"Benji,what the hell happened last night?"
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RomanceHi, I'm Kayla. Kayla Fletcher. A typical 20 year old girl, who can speak Russian and is running from her past. It's been 6 years since the day I escaped. It's been 6 years since I've been stuck. Unable to move on. Until him. He gets me moving, and d...
