Earlier back in Audrey’s room, the cold wind from outside rushed in through the slightly opened windows without pity. They blew on Rex who was having a hard time sleeping.He kept tussling about on the bed, his head hammering like he was hit with something heavy.“Arghh!” Rex groaned from his sleep, his eyes flustering open to meet a dimly lit room. The corners of the room don't look familiar, so does the ceiling and paintings. It was rather too girlish and cool, defining the owner of the room. It brought calmness and engulfed whoever sleeps in with peace, not the regular types in hotels and definitely not his room.“Where am I?” Rex tries to remember as a grunt left his lips and everything came crashing in.Rex remembered getting home from a stressful day trying to take Audrey from his mind only to meet his grandmother who wouldn’t let him be. He remembered leaving the house for a drive too and how he ended up drunk.They were crystal clear, his own words, when he asked Greg to brin
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