Chapter 37

Venessa's pov

Opening my eyes, I couldn't help but wince by how my head is throbbing with pain. Sitting up, I look at my surroundings and feel my hands start to shake and my heart starts to pounder. I'm definitely not at mine and Vincent's room.

Maybe it's just a nightmare, and it will be over soon, just stay calm. I tried to calm myself by telling it's just a nightmare, but I know I'm just fooling myself. It's not a nightmare but a reality. I have to face the reality that I trusted the wrong person, the person whom I thought was a friend, but friends don't kidnap each other for fun.

As I get up from the bed, I can't help but feel thankful that at least they didn't tied me up in a chair but lay me in the bed while I'm unconscious. I searched my body for any type of injuries which I found none except for the bruises on my wrists and on my shoulder blades that I got while fighting Andrew at the car.