I DON'T LIKE YOU

When Little Bee heard that he wanted to talk to her she wanted to go hide somewhere; she had yet not recovered from the shock which was given to her last night and she was sure it won't be good if she talked to him now. How was she supposed to avoid him now, he was connected on the phone. The banging on the door intensified and she sunk deeper into her blanket.

She hid under the bed and closed her eyes; yes she can just pretend to sleep. The maid knocked on the door a few more times before getting restless and pushing the door open slowly to check on her. The girl seemed to be sound asleep, draped tenderly by the blanket she looked to be dead sleep. Now she had no idea what to do so she ran down and reported that Bee was fast asleep. Ryan felt as something was not right, he inquired, "Is she sick?"

The maid remembered how Bee was when she met her in the morning, her face was dull with her eye bags showing up. She looked worn out and visibly lacked energy; she forgot