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Chapter 8

Shifting to her left, Emily screams as she falls face flat on the ground, "I think I cracked my skull." She mumbles to herself.

She places her palms against the floor and pushes. Pulling her feet slightly forward to bend her knees and she stands up and wears her slippers.

Looking at the couch, she notices a small damp portion of the bed. Which caused her to pull her hand up to her face and wipe the saliva clinging on below her cheek. She wiped it again on her shirt and yawned.

She wondered why she woke up in the couch instead of her bed. No one can carry her to the couch when it's only her and her mother living under the same roof.

By twisting her body, stretching until her body warms and cracking of knuckles to hear the satisfying crack, a smile etched on her face.

Skipping her way to the kitchen, she stops in front of the counter. Her mother had her back against Emily. She noticed her mother's hai

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