Just because you hate me

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d the swelling under them. I'd rather die than let Aydin know I was crying-if he even was at the dinner-because I had

ing if he heard me because I didn't get a response from him. Maybe he headed

ing over the hollows of my cheekbones and the sharp cut to my collarbones. Frowning, I took a step back. Had

oing on? Fear blossomed deep inside my stomach but I shoved it away. I didn't have time to ponder over my health. I made a mental note to go see a doctor tomorrow. Then, I straightened, positioning

. . .but the doctor's v

ries a day and it's going to be very harmful for you. You will los

bone. The crack I heard

visible cold and willed

he digits and froze. What the heck?

pierced through my

roat. Then I counted the heartbeats to ten, slowly my heart calming down and when I was positive there wouldn't

he air, scrunching my nose because of the pollution. Dad was on the phone but when he saw me approaching

ms up like a child would to imitate an airplane, wanting to see the fit for myself. There was a trickle of

in check." Walking around the car in my black pumps, I slipped inside the passenger seat, hoping like mad he wouldn't scold me for it. A few seconds later Dad was behind the steering wheel, too. The perfume he always wore

o the surface, telling me I shouldn't take her place. That I didn't belong at the Baris's mansion. Yet here I was, twenty minutes la