Chapter 18: Only A Mother Could Love

A weak sun entered through Angela’s small window, waking her up from her pleasant dreams. She was surprised that she’d actually slept through the entire night. She supposed the stress of the situation and the adrenaline crash were to blame. She’d certainly never had to sleep in such a sketchy room before. A quick check of her body showed no bugs, so for that she was grateful at least.

As she sat up, her muscles all cracked. She felt like the discarded water bottle sitting in the corner of the room. Every inch of her was wound up tight, and it was no wonder. She’d been run off the road, hit a tree, dragged off to some undisclosed location, tied up for hours, then forced to sleep in a room that even a frat boy would find appalling.