m

t heaving, as short gasps of

my room, so it's a dream? But the wet, tingling

grogginess from my eyes. I roll onto the o

g off the alarm. Silence fills the room and t

ht fists, slamming them hard into the mattress.

again, the cold, gentle breeze streaming into my room

on the headboard. The strands of my blonde hair are a me

ge raptures inside of me. Knox. As st

't catch a decent sleep because of how loud my mo

a stab of jealousy. My mother keeps getting all

th him. That slowpoke can't even

alling. My gaze lands on the wall clo

out of my bed. My throat feels dry, I crav

ead over to the kitchen,grab a glass of water and then retu

sound. I hurry into the kitchen and flick the switch

the refrigerato

a few apples, a bottle of juice, some biscuits in a crumbled p

uth, and drink from it. I wipe my mouth with the back of my han

y attention, and in that moment

dinner, I chose the lingerie boutique instead.

e bowl, my jaw wide open

prise. The apple slips from grasp and falls onto the kitchen fl

or and walk out of the kitchen

uld hear footsteps on the stai

't want to run into him. Seeing him will leave me

I take a deep sigh before closing the door. My stom

ng to the hallway where my room

at me and I cat

amiliar one, broke the

," the cruel reprimand of my mother's

ould be the one to watch your steps. But

ash of lightning in a dark cloud, my mother lift

my cheek as I feel a stingin

belief. "You slapped

You should be grateful I let you stay with me. Don't

ning to flow. The little love I ha

d resolve. Since she wants to treat

way, she paused for a moment an

nd her eyes narrow suspiciou

faint mocking smile plays on m

leaves nothing to the imagination. Her j

ty glimmers in her eyes, and

thoughts turned in he

voice. "Stop wearing s

s my chest. " And if

a problem to be solved.