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eye as my migraine made its presence known like I wasn’t already miserable enough. Yesterday, after I finished my work here, it had been the busiest and most harrowi

t of my mind. Kaden asked me to go out on a dinner date with him. A part of me wanted to agree to do that, have the whole dating experience but I knew it was something that would end up in disaster with just

is tin box wouldn't fill up with chattering people, and the god granted my wish in

eplied, my voice soft and

d on me and he asked,

nswered, “Just a

hould've st

rinkled my nose. “It’

“No one would say anything if

are not

ng you.” He repli

shook my head. “It’s f

ing to either faint or vomit all over the desk and the papers strewn on it. Even my hands were

s in this whole building?” I bit down on my lip, recognising the lisp I was getting. It happened every

medical office. They’ll provi

d, I hate this stupid migraine. And these stupid people. And the stupid fact that I’d have to

toward the door. The bright lights in the hallway made me want to run back into my tiny little office but I managed to keep walking. It was onl

stered. “I don’t fucking care if your own mother was on

frigid voice cut off the other person. “Not a wo

ain, trying to convince me that it wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be him. I was maybe conjuring up his v

ally sorry. I

toward me like a whip. He said, “I don’t like to repeat

ng his eyes, cowering from him. He was more than six feet tall. If my assumption was correct he’d be six feet and two. He wore a black suit that str

on the heels of that thought came the ominous words I would never forget. “Don’t ever show me your fucking face, little girl. Because I will destroy you and everything you love. I’ll make your life so miserable you’ll wish for death but I will keep you alive.” It

t felt like it’d jump right out of my chest. My hand went to clut

up