"Here is your room, dear. Mr Montero will see you in the morning," saying Cora left. I nodded, my backpack slipping off my shoulder and falling on the marble floor with a thud. Following it, I slid against the door, cocooning myself into a ball. I was exhausted, so much I lacked the mere energy to lift my eyelids and take a look at the new inferno I had casted myself into. Not that I had not fought, because I did. I called a couple more personnels, literally begging them, but no one gutted enough to embroil with the Kingstons. So, once again, I was left with no more choices... *** "Hazel? Dearie, wake up. Hazel, darling?" I felt myself being shaken. Fluttering my eyes open, I tilted my head, only to feel a sharp ache shooting through my neck. A groan left me as I shut my eyes tight. "Are you okay, honey? Is it cramps? Why did you
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