Vindicated

Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT



One.

There was a hint of warm air against my face.

Two.

I felt the surface underneath me hit my back like being slapped with a wooden plank.

Three.

Pain.

Four.

A scream leapt from my throat.

Five.

I rolled over and vomited on whatever surface I lay on, my stomach heaving.

Six.

Someone screamed.

Seven.

My eyes finally opened.





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