TAKEN thirty

TAKEN thirty

It was late at night. Flora wasn't getting any sleep. She rolled on the bed and still couldn't find a position that would suit her. She hadn't thought about it earlier, same house or not. Her night would still be lonely. Yvonne was the only perfect person. It felt more awkward here. No memory of her, her scent gone, everything smell so new at the same time old. She picked up her phone and sigh loudly. How was she going to get through to Allen, she seriously needed company. Or would she made friends with Stella tonight? No. She's probably asleep with her husband. She moved to her message and typed. "Asleep" she sent to Allen. She grabbed her pillow tighter and grunts and wished sleep could come. Her phone beeped and she immediately checked it.

'Open the door?' the message said.

'Oh my God' she whispered under her breath. Was he coming to her room before? How could he knows she would still be awake. She put on her night gow