Jan 27, 2017
There were only three things she knew. She was drugged. She was in some kind of trouble. And lastly, she had no idea who she was. She had no memories. She was in a car, blindfolded. Then she was thrown into someone's door. Her body hit hard, and it ached.
Mitchell heard a thud at his door and the squeal of car tires outside his flat. He went to the door and pulled it open. His eyes widened as he saw a body on his door step. “Jess?” He asked, as he kneeled down. He picked her up and carried inside, putting her on the couch carefully.
