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found the source just on the pillow next to my head. I fought the urge to throw the phone agai

urrito, toasty warm. I could hear the faint rumble of thunder and the rain beating down against my window. Skipping work had never be

d alarm ripped the fatigue away just like that, leaving me smiling as I turned it off then I shuffled out of the cocoon of covers. There were some things I learned never to question as I grew up. Like how I would always leave my phone in the

ed sleep. I would always wake up satisfied, always happy. My smile grew wider, pulling the covers off to jump out. I wiggled my hips sin

rce years back. But I never switched my laundry detergent nor any of the toiletries I used since I was sixte

from throwing my own concert of one. My toothbrush was in my hand. I sang and slid across the floor with the beat dropping. Then they wond

a chicken screaming for help which left me giggling harder. I stripped off my silky sleepwear. I don’t know what prompted me to wear such a thin

rowing everything on my body. I wore my heels as I hobbled down the stairs, recalling the file I was supposed to read through the night but gave myself to sleep instead. I shook, exasperated with myself. I w

. If I missed the bus again, I could forget about the internship I'd slaved away for. I don’t know, it was disappointing now that I was actually doing the job. The thought that I would be doing that all my life

with my shirt untucked and my bag barely held in hand. I turned the corner only to catch the

ed out my phone, looking for someone I might call but it was useless. The only useful number in my phone was my Dad’s, if only he was still alive. I huffed, runn

not making me feel better at all because I might have also been crazy. I groaned, looki

uld just wait for the next bus, they weren't likely to give me a ride anyway. I brought my p

ed and there, staring back at me was an adonis. He wore a baby blue shirt. It wasn't fully buttoned, so it beckoned my eyes to the elegant arch of his neck and the firm beginnings of his pectorals. A

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could not do anything bad to me, right? What would he even do with me? I am

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o my glances never lingered on any of them for too long. Both men seemed preoccupied

op overreacting. I sat back, not sure if to slide the seat belt on or not

dow was rolled up, and I was startled. Damnit! I was freaking out an

ved for a few minutes, right? I told myself, trying to relax but

urroundings. I did not know why that comforted me because the

miliar grounds left behind. The fear was at the neck at that point. My hand was shaking so much. It crawled to the handle slowly but surely, ready to just unlock manually and jump

out as hands came over my mouth from the back. I kicked out, trying to squirm out of their hold. By the

ghting it, tried holding on to consciousness but it was a w

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