Sixty eight

ISABELLE'S POV..

“ Argh..” I groaned softly as I flushed my eyes open and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me and rushed to a sitting position immediately but groaned in pain.

I glanced around the place and found myself in a bedroom which was covered in pink interior design which was rather flashy.

I glanced at my hands but surprisingly I wasn't cuffed or anything and it seems like all my injuries had been taken care of and that was when the memories of the accident came rushing back.

“ Warren.” I mumbled and glanced around the place and found the door which seemed locked.

I tried to get out of the bed but groaned in pain and fell back on the bed.

My feet were covered in tiny bruises, I also received a blow to the head and then an injury on the abdomen, my lips felt sore.

I stroked my stomach as I heaved a sigh of relief.

“ Thank goodness..” I mumbled while staring at my stomach before trying to stand up once again and I did only this time I'd to hold onto the bed frame for sup