Chapter 16: Regrets.

Maya's eyes fluttered open, her mouth dry like sandpaper. She squinted, getting her pupils accustomed to the harsh rays of light which sprinted down the window.

"Fuck," she groaned as she sat upright, relaxing on the cold wall. She could feel the pounding in her head, as if there was some war going on in it.

Her lower abdomen ached as she threw her feet over the bed, gaining her stance on the polished cold marble floor. She could feel pain shoot down her lower abdomen.

She must have drank too much. Her mind was clouded, too thick to think about what happened last night. All she could feel was the pounding in her head and the sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

She clutched her head with her palm, dragging her feet which weighed like lead into the bathroom.

"Damn," she groaned, her trembling hands reaching for the faucet. She turned the faucet on, watching cold water fill the bathtub before she sank into it.