“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. “