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Chapter One Hundred-Six
"Lindsey Marie Jordan!" I hear a loud voice similar to my mom's scream my name causing me to jerk awake.
I can't see properly because my hair falls as a curtain over my eyes and face, I attempt to raise up a hand to shove the mass of hair from my view but I can't move my arms. What the hell?
I settle for shaking my head repeatedly until a chunk covering my left eye slips off and I can now see clearly again.
"Oh shit!" I exclaim. I'm lying down on Roman, in our living room couch. Unlike my face that is filled with horror, Roman looks calm. His eyes are wide open, barely any sign of sleep remaining.
I look forward to see my mom standing over us and glaring. Oh boy...
"Let go" I mutter to Roman, he obeys and his tight grip loosens enough for me to break through.
"Good morning, Mrs Jordan" Roman greets my mom politely like what is happening here is a normal occurrence.
My mom blinks at Roman's calm tone, I understand her surprise.
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