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Sofia.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and made my way to the bathroom to wash my face and freshen up.

I glanced at the mirror meeting my puffy slightly red-rimmed eyes and reddened cheeks, my hair untamed and dark shopping bags under my eyes.

And my neck.

A light purple bruise adorning it, provoking me to wince when I skimmed my fingers on it too hard.

Crying before sleeping was absolute shit and the bruising on my throat was even worse.

I looked like a raccoon high on crack.

After combing my hair through the rough tangled mess that it was. A loud knock resonated from the other side of the door, my eyes snapped to its direction feeling my hand grip the counter with force.

I didn't want to be bothered and for sure shit didn't want to see them.

The damned three.

"дорогой, you need to wake up now, please," Anne's soft heavily accented voice contained my attention through the door reminding me of the plans that the trio set in place.

(Dear)

Taking me to their home.

"Okay, I'll be out i