Maga
June's POV
Ouch! Why does my head hurt as if a truck ran over me? I groaned in my sleep before gradually opening my eyes to see that I am not in my bedroom neither at Ashton’s house either. It looked like an abandoned warehouse with poor lighting, so it was difficult for me to figure out whether is it day or night. But most importantly, what am I doing here?
I tried getting up from my chair, but then I noticed that my hands and legs were tightly bonded, to the chair, and my head didn't stop throbbing either. Why am I here? I thought again before scanning my surrounding to see If there is someone around, and that is when I saw a few men standing near a door holding guns, and then everything that happened before I was knocked out, came rushing back.
Oh my God! I am kidnapped! And the worst part of that is I was kidnapped by my own best friend.