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Chapter Eleven

Author: Bee Diaz
last update Huling Na-update: 2023-01-03 19:07:46

"I'm not sleeping on your bed!" How dare he presume I would? As if I would ever share a bed with a criminal.

He looks at me as if I'm insane. It makes me feel self-conscious against my will. "On my bed? What makes you think that?"

"You just pointed at it," I explain. "You said I'll have to sleep in here."

"In here, yes. But I didn't mean my bed," he says and stands to his full height. I feel so small next to him. It's one of the most infuriating feelings ever. "I meant what's underneath it." He lowers to the floor and sticks his hand beneath his bed. He pulls out a thin mattress. I stare at it in shock. He expects me to sleep on this old, thin, dirty mattress? This is what he meant?

I scoff. "You must be joking." This is preposterous. There's no reason why I should sleep in this. He said there's no use in escaping, he knows everyone around here. So why this? It's not like I'll run away in the middle of the night. I'm not stupid. I know I'll get caught.

"No," he shakes his head, em
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