chapter 44

Beatrix walked towards her home, stomping her heart and threatening it to stop aching, but it's a stubborn one like her.

Once she reached her home, she unlocked the door with the key she had stuffed in her jean pocket and entered to an empty living room.

When she left for the vacation, her house was equipped with everything, but right now the room is barren, no couch, no television, nothing.

“What the fuck!” she growled, half shocked and half irritated as she started to put the pieces together about what had happened and what was going to happen.

She retrieved her phone and dialed Roxy’s number, waiting impatiently and pacing the empty living room.

“How dare he touch my home without my permission.”

“Ugh! I'm gonna beat the shit and arrogance out of him.” She was barely concealing her anger, her body thumping wildly, wanting it out and pummeling someone or something.

“Hey! Bea! Where are you?” Daria’s voice filled Bea’s ears. Some of her anger washed away at the innocent and sweet voic