Page 12 of Run Baby Run

What the fuck am I wearing?

Why does everything hurt?

My throat feels raw, and it hurts to swallow.

I am dressed in men’s boxers and a large T-shirt with no shoes. “What happened to my clothes?” I mutter to myself as I try to piece together the fucked-up image that is starting to form in my mind.

Ugh! My head is fucking killing me…

What happened last night?

Where the fuck am I?

I look around and realize I am in the old parking structure afew blocks from my house. Glancing around I find my keys and phone in the cup holder of the car. My purse is on the seat next to me, and the contents are spilled out over the car’s floor between pieces of the shattered window.

Weird.

Was I mugged?

Did I hit my head?

My phone is dead, and the screen is cracked beyond repair.

Fuck!

I inhale in a deep breath, start the engine, and pull out of the parking lot.

What the hell happened last night?

I remember going into the grocery store, grabbing a few things from the store, and feeling like I was being followed.

I need aspirin and water.

I make it to my house and park in my driveway before heading inside. “I need to get the window fixed as soon as possible…” I mumble, making my way into my tiny kitchen. I turn on the faucet, fill a tall glass with water, and down it quickly. I fill it again before popping a couple of pain tablets.

I just need to lie down for a bit, and I’ll feel better. Hopefully.

I survey my kitchen and search for something to eat. The only items in my cupboard are some boxes of oatmeal and a handful of tea bags. My pantry is almost entirely bare, leaving me feeling panicked over what the hell happened last night.

What the fuck?

I don’t remember ever coming home.

I went to the store yesterday… didn’t I? I’m sure I did…

Did I bring the bags inside, or are they still in the car?

I stumble back outside and head toward the car. Popping the trunk, I sigh in disbelief. My groceries are still here. The ice cream has melted all over the inside of my car, and the other frozen food has defrosted.

Ugh! Fuck my life!

As I stand there staring at the mess, I start to remember bits and pieces of last night. I remember walking to my car with the grocery bags in my hands and driving towards my house…then everything became a blur.

The sudden realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

Someone was in the backseat…

I was drugged.

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