Lexi woke up disoriented and with a splitting headache, she clutches her head in pain and grudgingly out of her bed.
Heading for the bedroom, she pulls off her clothes and steps into the bathtub. The more she tries to remember what happened to her and how she got home, the more her pain increases.
She huffed in annoyance
"How did I get home?" She mumbled.
A foggy image of her in the backseat of a car pass through her mind, she knew it wasn't her car, but she couldn't say whose car it is.
A knock on the door interrupted her.
"Breakfast is ready Lexi, come down in twenty minutes," her mother's voice yelled
"I'm coming," she almost snapped but stopped herself.
"Mum," she called quickly. "Do you know how I got home?"
"A nice young woman drop you off with your car, he said his boss asked him to."
"Thank you," she whispered lowly.
"His boss?" she frowned.