Playing A Game of Pretence

POV: Heather

I heard a soft knock on the door and I panicked because I thought Mira is back to check if they followed her instructions or not. My heart started beating faster as I thought of what I was going to do to make her believe that it still hurting from the beating I was given. I thought of adding some makeup to show that I was bruised, but I thought against it immediately. That would simply give me away because it would only prove that I am still strong enough to run so fast and apply the makeup.

I would rather remain this way and let her come in here and see me lying weakly on the floor. After all, Aurora just healed me, I never wiped away the blood stains all over my body. I am still filthy from the attack, so she would have no reason to doubt or suspect anything.

“But wait, why did she knock?”

Why didn’t she just force the door open like she did earlier?

Maybe she regrets her actions, and she is here to make it right and apologize. Or maybe she thinks I’m dead, I really can