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"What the fuck is happening here?" A familiar voice resonates throughout the room. I immediately recognized the voice as David's and quickly swirled around to face him, disbelief prominent on his face. My whole being froze in fear. Oh my god, how did he come here?
I tried to scurry away but Dean was swift to hold on to me and pulled me to him, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Dean, please let me go," I whispered yelled only for him to hear.
"Don't worry, I'm here," he replied calmly. How can he stay calm in this situation? Oh god, if Ivan comes to know about this, he will surely torture me before killing me.
"I said what the fucking hell was happening here?" David said directly, looking at me. I don't know why I'm the one who is always being integrated. Dean is also here. Why not ask him? Why only me?
"I -I" I attempt to speak while finding it hard to get the words out. It's as if my tongue got twisted and I am incapable of le
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I lifted my hand and softly knocked at the door. I still don't know why he had called me. I just hope I'm not in trouble. I heard a faint 'come in' from the other side of the room. Pushing the door open, I entered the room with timid small steps and stopped right in the middle of the room. I find him across the room sitting on the expensive white couch with his leg wide open. All his attention was focused only on the mobile screen. I just waited there waiting for him to say something but he didn't even bother looking at me. If he had to act like I was invisible, then why call me? I was getting more and more anxious with each passing time and it was starting to get annoying. "Did you call me?" I finally broke the eerily silence as it became unbearable. He lifted his head for a brief second before going back to his cell phone. "Have a seat" I just stayed planted at my place, not really wanting to be anywhere near him. He doesn't l
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I opened my heavy eyelids and immediately closed them as the dazzling harsh light pierced my eyes. I felt disoriented and it took a lot of strength to open my eyelids once again. I flickered for a few seconds to accommodate the light, causing my unclear sight to melt into transparency and the first thing I saw was the white ceiling. I looked to my side to see a clear fluid-filled sac attached to a venous connection in my right arm. I groaned in pain as I sat up on the bed. My body was sore, each and every muscle in my body was severely aching. I slowly scanned around the unfamiliar room as I looked at the interior. The room was painted in light green and cream color. Despite the wired combination, the color seemed to match somehow. The bed was royal-sized and pushed against the wall where I was lying. At the other side of the bed was a large TV hung on the wall. To my left was a door. I believe it must lead to a bathroom. The room was medium- s
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"Isabella," I said, my own name sounded foreign to my tongue, like it didn't belong to me. I have no idea why I feel this way. A few minutes ago, I was desperate to find out more about myself, and who I am, but now there is a strange feeling in my stomach. I gazed at the handsome green eye who was studying my reaction carefully. "Who are you all and what is my relationship with you all?" I don't know who they are or whether these people can be trusted, but right now they don't seem harmful nor do I have any other option than to trust them. "Little bird, I'm hurt you forgot me... I'm your best friend David," he said, placing his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. Woah! He is so dramatic. Then he points his finger at his younger brother. "This is Dean, my brother and your biggest enemy," He cackles at his own joke. He is definitely dramatic. "Shut the fuck up David," Dean hissed. He turned towards me. "I'm your friend too," he said with a
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I still can't believe Ivan raised his hand on me and, worse, he didn't even bother apologizing. He storms off the house right after it, but after shooting me a glare. It wasn't a big deal, no matter how much I think, I fail to understand why he acted the way he did. All I asked was to go out. Sometimes I even wonder why I am even with him. He's too aggressive sometimes. Like something switches inside him. He goes from caring to scary mode. Yes, he is caring, understanding, good-looking, smart, everything, but that doesn't give him the right to manhandle me. Glancing out the window, I realized it had started getting dark. I still had to cook dinner. Yes, I am angry. That doesn't mean I will keep them starving. I headed downstairs and cooked white pasta because that was all I found. I had my dinner in absolute silence, but for the first time, I didn't feel lonely eating alone. Instead, it was rather comforting. After my dinner, I headed b
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