How It All Started
How does a happily married fifty year old grandmother end up in a run down motel?
Goddamn it, what happened? My head is throbbing, and will someone please answer that knock at the door? Where am I, and why does my head hurt so fucking bad? "Housekeeping!" I hear someone yelling, and I look towards a door. Looking around, there's peeling paint, a large hole in the wall, and it stinks. I'm busy. I shouted, hoping she would go away. "I'll be back in ten minutes," I hear her say, "and it's time for you to...