Chapter Nineteen. – Where Am I?
Hannah’s Point of View.
Where in the hell am I?
I attempt to lift my head off the pillow, but ouch, that was a bad idea so I slump back into the soft pillows. I open my eyes again, only for the light to hurt my head, which feels like a jackhammer has taken up residence inside it. I am not at Wetwang pack, I know that it is too warm, actually, not warm, but hot, to be there. I am also not home.
What the hell happened last night? The last thing I remember is insisting on John getting more and more whiskey, to dull the pain and embarrassment from that kiss.
Oh, dear god please tell me I did not hook up and give up my V card to that i***t John!
No, No, No!
I prize open one eye again, and look around, seeing wood log walls, and cream with green furnis
