Chapter 51: Blair’s POV

I woke up on a cement floor surrounded by thick walls made of cinder blocks. My head was pounding and as I looked down at my hands I remembered why. Everything came back to me in a blur causing my head to spin as I processed everything. I crawled onto my hands and knees and groaned as aches soared through my entire body. I felt like I got hit by a truck, well a black SUV at least. Through my daze I managed to make out a door on one wall made completely of rusted metal.

The room was dimly lit by light let in by a single barred window but other than that I couldn't see anything but cement. The door let out a loud squeak as it swung open revealing Scott who was dressed in dirty black jeans and a blood covered white shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if it was my blood or someone else's as a bright light flickered on causing me to groan in pain. I fell back to the ground covering my eyes and writhing around slightly in pain upon impact, even the slightest movements were excruciating.