Chapter 70
Joe's POV
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the harsh brightness of the whitewashed ceiling. For a moment, I couldn't move. My body felt like it had been crushed beneath a mountain. Everything ached, my chest, my throat, even my damn eyelashes.
But I was alive.
I can't believe I am alive right now.
I let out a shaky breath, my hand instinctively moving to my chest. The memory of the night before flooded back in to my mind . I remembered me gasping for air, reaching for Jane, and her voice echoing like poison in my ears. "Go ask that whore your cock was standing for."
I grit my teeth, dragging myself up until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. My shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to my skin which was evidence of the struggle I went through last night. I hated how weak I felt. I hated that she left me to die over a silly misunderstanding.
