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SIXTY-EIGHT: I Brought It Home

Author: Circeleari
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-03 23:59:05

I don’t sleep.

I lie on top of the sheets, fully dressed, staring at the ceiling as if it’s going to answer me if I glare at it long enough. The lights are off, but the room never really gets dark. There’s always something humming. A low electrical whine in the walls. A security light outside the window that flickers every few seconds.

I count the flickers.

One.

Two.

Three.

By the time my heart stops racing, the sun is already bleeding through the curtains. I sit up slowly, head pounding. My phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Jackass boss: Car’s ready.

Of course it is. How is he being ahead of me as if he’s supposed to?

I don’t reply as I shove my feet into my shoes and grab my jacket off the rack. My hands shake as I zip it up. I tell myself it’s from lack of sleep and maybe not from the memory of his voice last night or definitely not from the way he looked at me when he said you won’t.

Why is he adamant on letting em stay here anyway?

I step out into the hallway. And for the lov e of
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