‘Shane woke up in a bed room not of he own, an unrecognizable place, But the scent that lingered around her was familiar to her,


she took in all the surroundings and located three faces looking down at her, her face hurt like, she sat up in and rubs her face,



“God you look like *****.”

Shane flipped off in the direction the voice came from and looked up, Sunny, the shaggy haired, companion, handed her a glass of water and two Advil’s.

“You’ll need these,”


She took the gracefully and swallowed them all down, no water. Mark scratched his head and looked over at Ivan,



“Could have used the water.”

“It’s a habit, *****,” her head felt as if it was cracked open and wouldn’t close.


Sunny again held out the glass of water to Shane, “Take it,”


Shane stared it down and grasped the glass, Sunny backed away and headed for the door, so did Mark, looking on slightly confused.

‘Ivan took out a cigarette from her pocket, her hair pulled back from her face showing off her blue eyes,



Shane kept one hand on her face and looked over at her old friend.

“I bet your wondering where that came from,”



Ivan walked close to the bed with an ice pack in hand, she tossed it to Shane who quickly placed it on her burning eye.

“That’s would be a good thing,” she spat with sarcasm,



“Well that goes for us both, I only brought you to my place because I know who your aunt is, and also,



Sunny and Mark are a bit of in the dark too.”

‘Shane got up slowly, only wearing her shirt and boxers,




“I don’t have time for this, where are my pants.”



‘She seethed, Ivan watched her and could only shake her head, ‘Hard-*****.”




“Call me what you want, but being here isn’t helping me remember,” She quickly found her torn jeans and jumped in them, next where her shoes.

“That headache is only going to get worse if you don’t rest.”



‘Ivan fixed the bed back up and looked over at a hoping Shane,


one shoe on her foot, her eyes where dead set on getting the other one on.