NEXT DAY, WILSON'S MANSON*

Why does it feel like this is just the beginning of the battle?

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NEXT DAY, WILSON'S MANSON*

It's a Saturday, so Morgan and Rebekah decided to spend all their day here.

They've been here since daybreak.

They had to drag Pearl out of her room and made sure she ate with them, then they went back to her room after breakfast.

While Morgan checked her wardrobe for clothes to steal, Rebekah used her black nail polish.

Sybil is with them too, and she's chatting with Teal on her phone.

"You like black nail polish too much" Rebekah said.

"Yeah, it's my best polish color" Pearl replied from the bed.

"And did you smoke last night?" Morgan asked, taking a look at the ashtray. There are three cigar butts on it.

"Yeah... somehow" Pearl replied, checking her phone.

After Roonie's 21st call last night, he didn't call again, and her overthinking self has been mulling over it.

Basically, she's at fault for not picking because of Lizzy, but is he supposed to stop calling?

"Are you expecting a call?" Rebekah asked.

"No... just that .. Roonie..."

"What's up about him?" Morgan came closer.

Pearl told them how she ignored his calls, and Rebekah heaved.

"I understand you, but you realize he did it for you, right? That was the simplest death I've ever seen him give someone. We should be thankful he didn't capture her, he'd have tore out her flesh" she said.

Pearl gulped.

"Banks is legit scary" Morgan said.

"I swear" Sybil supported.

"But he's always been there for you, Pearl. Are you aware he's the one who saved you from the freezer?" Rebekah said.

"What! No it was Jeremy..." Pearl shook her head.

"Jeremy took you out of the freezer, but it was Banks who broke the lock, broke the door and turned off the switch" Rebekah explained, and Pearl came down from the bed.

"But he didn't tell me, he didn't!"

"He choose not to" Rebekah replied, and Pearl went silent.

The girls finally left her at 6pm, and immediately they left, she began trying Roonie's line, but he's not picking.

She was restless as she tried for the tenth time, and when he's still not picking, she left the house.

She drove to the Loft and surprisingly, the door is locked.

She pulled the beam switch to announce her presence, but nothing happened still.

She tried his line again, but he's still not answering.

She stood there hurtfully for almost ten minutes before sitting by the door.

Her knees were propped up, and she wrapped her second hand around it, resting her chin on her jnees.

She was sniffling as she tried his line again and again and again.

The tears finally fell when he didn't pick the twentieth time, and she buried her face in her knees right there.

She spent almost an hour there, and it was already past 7pm when the door finally opened.

She spranged up, and he finally came to view, his lips pale like the other time at the tub.

His eyes looks soulless, but she doesn't even mind as she walked fast to him, wiping her tears.

She stood on her toes and held his shirt, jumping up and wrapping her legs on his waist as she gummed herself to him.

Her arms circled his neck, and he smiled slightly before sliding his arm on her waist.

"I shouldn't have ignored your calls, I'm sorry" she said.

Without replying, Roonie's hand went to her sneakers, and she pulled them off her feet, throwing them off before touching her foot, feeling the warmness.

"Did you eat?" He asked.

"I couldn't, you weren't picking my calls and I got scared that you're mad at me" she muttered, and the small smile appeared on his lips again.

"What would you take?" He asked, going to the center room.

"I'm not hungry" she replied, bringing her hand to his face to caress his beauty mole.

"But I am. I'm fuçking hungry" he replied, and she gulped as she rubbed her ear, not missing the undertone of what he said.

She gasped when he placed her on the table and spread her legs, so her gown pulled to her waist.

He stood in the middle of her legs then pulled her to the edge of the table.

Her panty rubbed on his crotch, making her body freeze.

"That's...that feels good" she said slowly as their eyes bored into each other.

"You know what'll feel better?" He whispered.

"What?" She made the mistake of asking.

"My tongue inside your tight little pu$$y" he replied, and before she could gasp at it, he impatiently pulled down off her red panty.

"Roo--nie!" She gripped him.

"Xhen, I prefer Xhen" he replied, pushing her to lie on the table.

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TEAL'S PLACE*

Teal is sitting on her bed, the box is in front of her again, and she's staring at her ballerina flats and dress with black sadness.

She's crying, and a bowl is under her chin which she's collecting the tears in.

She sniffled hard, rewinding to the past when it all started.

FLASHBACK, YEARS AGO~GERMANY*

Ten years old Teal came out of the Ballerinas Academy with her friends surrounding her.

She's hanging a fancy pink bag on her shoulders, and her wavy hair is in two ponies.

She's the prettiest of all the girls, and as they showered her with questions, she felt like a god

• How are you so good?

• I learnt the dance for three nights but still didn't get it, what's your secret?

• You're so cool, Teal

• I wanna be like you.

"Teal!" Her mother's voice called from the roadside, and she smiled wider.

She waved at the girls before rushing to the plumpy woman who immediately hugged her.

"I see how they shrouded you, it's not easy to be the best ballerina dancer" she said.

"Of course" Teal flipped her hair, and the woman smiled.