Chapter 8

Brooklyn-

The sound of beeping woke me up, rolling over, I groaned as I tried to hit the snooze on my alarm clock. For the first time since I could remember, I felt comfortable. I didn’t know why the ground felt soft, but at this point, I really didn’t care. Without opening my eyes, I reached in the direction of where I usually kept my alarm clock, but I felt nothing.

Lowering my arm I tried feeling around for the dirt I was so familiar with, but again I felt nothing. What the hell? I opened up my eyes and didn’t recognize the room I was in. Well, I knew it was a hospital room, but I don’t remember ever being in one.

Sitting up, I looked around the room and tried to remember where I was, but I was drawing a blank. The last thing I remembered was agreeing to a deal with Alpha Tatum and sitting in his truck. But how did I end up here? I was sitting on an oversized hospital bed, covered in plain white sheets. Looking down I saw I was in a li