“What the hell happened?!”
As I began waking up, I could hear Marlon’s angry voice; it sounded distant, but I knew he was right next to me. I wasn’t even sure what had happened myself. My memory was foggy; all I remembered was Beatrice telling me that it was going to be okay, and she lifted me off my bed.
“Her food was drugged,” Beatrice explained.
I tried to open my eyes to see where I was, but my body was disallowing me to do so. I wanted to tell him that I was awake and alright, but I couldn’t move.
“Who made her food?” Marlon demanded.
There was a brief pause before she answered.
“I don’t know…” She finally said.
“How does my head maid, not know who made their goddamn food?” Marlon hissed; I could nearly hear the spit leaving his mouth and hitting her face as he spoke.
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