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~ Anyssa’s Pov ~The ride back wasn't quiet. Quiet enough for me to think about my actions.Fuck, I can't believe I walked out on Kaden. He was so nice and attentive throughout the night and how did I repay him?By asking another man to choose me in front of him, by allowing said man to drag me away without a word.Jesus…I'm probably the worst kind of woman in his eyes.I couldn't bury my face in my hands because Ronan had taken possession of my hand.The warmth from his big hand around my delicate own was nice.Nice enough that I almost didn't notice that we were going the wrong way.“We are going to my place?” I asked, facing him for the first time since we entered the car…since he dragged me out of the restaurant to be exact.“I wasn't aware that you wanted to come to mine,” he replied, his focus still on the road.“Well,” I drawled. “ I wasn't aware going to your house was still an option after you broke up with me.”He glared at me. “ You're not going to let this go, are you?”I

~ Anyssa's Pov ~How dare he come here and talk shit…in my face? God, if there was a way to punch him in the face, I would freaking love that!Ruby despises me, and I reciprocate the gesture, so he couldn't possibly think I would do that.That was all I spent half of my day doing—figuring out what the shit that was. Yes, I didn't expect Ronan to send me a text after all the ruckus last night, but damn, I won't lie and say I wasn't hoping for a short good night text.My doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts before I waddled to the door. The minute I opened it, my little bubble of happiness died instantly. Ruby and Rosa stood beside each other—one with a Louis bag around her wrist and the other rolling the ends of her blonde hair.Pathetic.“What are you doing here?”“Rude. You're not even going to invite us in?”I rolled my eyes, placed a hand on my waist, and said, “I wonder why you would stand at my door and expect me to open it for you? Jeez.”Ruby narrowed her eyes. “You se

~ Anyssa's Pov ~I blinked for a few minutes, but the only thing that hurt was my eyes. I tried to move but couldn't. My body felt stiff, like it would take a dozen men to push it out of this bed. The nauseating smell of antibiotics and injections filled the air, and then came the bright light… again. I heard a hum coming from my side. It was a woman… and she was trying to inject me with a syringe.Hurriedly, my eyes shot open, and I stared at her, wide-eyed. It was a nurse—brunette and really small. I expected her expression to be normal, not actual shock. She stopped humming and checked my vitals before trying to open my eyes with her fingers. Uncomfortably, I moved away, trying to get up from the bed.“You should rest. I'll call the doctor,” she said. Everywhere shone, and my eyes felt brighter. The whole room felt a lot bigger and brighter, making me feel like I was moving.She walked away with the tray. I looked around at the dozens of drips and medicines. I was the only one in

~ Anyssa's Pov ~This sucks, I thought as once again I stared at the ceiling in my room. I woke up this morning feeling determined and brave enough to go explore my home–a home that felt both familiar and strange. Now, to no surprise to anyone, I still was in my said room, unable to bring myself to cross the door.Chanel gave me a soft look. “You don't have to beat yourself up like this ma'am.”“Is it that obvious?” I asked, turning to look at her properly.“You have been sighing and huffing for some time now.”Damn.“No one is giving you a deadline or anything like that,” she continued, arranging my clothes as she spoke. “You just have to take it easy and not rush the healing process.”“What if my memories never come back? What if staying cooped up here is making the process longer?” I sighed. “I wish I wasn't so fucking afraid.”She paused and stared at me for a while. “Have you ever thought about what you're afraid of?”I blinked. Of course I've thought about it. I have had nothin

~ Anyssa's Pov ~My bed felt wet, and I could feel hands crawling…latching onto my neck. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but all that came out was a whispered cry.Suddenly, images flashed through my memories: blood…tears…me, crying. Dead bodies and swift flashes again. I moved my legs, trying as hard as I could to escape my own head. What the fuck was even happening to me?I tried to cry for help—maybe then I would wake up from this dream. When it felt like I was swimming in a bottomless pit, I awoke. Heat spread across my chest; my bed was soaked. My heart raced, thumping inside my chest as I breathed heavily.The room was dark, the air conditioning on, but I still felt too heated. I switched on the night lamp beside the bed, trying to count my breaths.What was that about? And what were those flashes? Could they truly be my memories?I tried to steady my breaths, got out of bed, and left my room. A cold glass of water would help right now. I