- HAZEL -
According to Asami, I can’t show him any wounds. Not the ones on my shoulder, but for my hand, any lady can have a kitchen accident. Which is quite ironic considering I haven’t entered a kitchen and I can’t cook.
I roll my eyes, taking a deep breath. I might as well just lie that I survived being robbed and my ‘supposed’ attackers were violent. That’s a more believable story but why should I make things up to cover up for what she did?
Because she can literally end you without breaking a sweat? I answer myself in my head.
Asami’s manipulation is beyond comprehension. It’s almost like she’s done this before and this makes wonder how Killian was able to break away from the relationship in the first place. Her psychotic behaviour certainly explains why he never completely got rid of her.
Or not.
Apparently, they’re work mates, that’s also sothing I need to consider. I sigh, putting on a jacket. The weather today is warm but the only decent way to conceal my shoulder without the risk of it being seen is a jacket.
My mind drifts back to Killian. I wonder if he’s aware of how insane his ex is. I swallow, sitting on Jasmine’s bed to put on my sneakers. My hand still hurts so I use one hand to fit my foot in my shoe while using the injured hand for support to knot the lace.
Killian should be here any second now and I don’t want to keep him waiting so here I am getting dressed just to lie on a bed and stare at the bottom part of the up bunk while revising what I’ve read in my head till my phone rings and he’s the caller.
That seems like a boring way to kill ti but as long as ti is being killed, it certainly is worth it. I put on my other shoe.
I wonder if he was able to extend Kate’s stay.
See? Thinking about revising is worthless. The first thought that cos to my mind has nothing to do with my books. Well, as long as it passes ti, I don’t mind letting my thoughts waver. I shrug at my earlier thought.
Kate and I haven’t had a chat about her coming since the day my tape was leaked to them and one of the girls snitched her plan to us. There’s no reason in particular for our recent pause in conversations, I just feel awkward about reaching out to her. Very awkward and awkward is not like so I just avoided interactions with all my girlfriends in general so they don’t sense a thing and question more.
I huff, falling flat on Jasmine’s bed. Now I wonder why I put on my shoe. I can’t put my feet on the bed properly and I’m too physically exhausted to actually take these shoes off then wear them back again at the right ti. Ugh, having to think is ntally exhausting, why aren’t there AI in existence that do the thinking for humans in this day and age? It’ll save humans a lot of stress, plus, living would be much more easier and authentic.
A half smile forms on my face. There are certain things I’ve seen AI do and for so of them, the heads are no different from the tails so AI is surely out of the option.
[ Translation: AI ans artificial intelligence ]
A soft electronic noise blares from the side of the bed and I sit up imdiately. It’s my phone. Killian could be here! The mont he arrived, I changed my device settings and put my phone off DND. I don’t want to have a reason for not eting him when he arrives. Believe it or not but his arrival is the best thing that has happened to recently.
I hold my phone to my face. My brightly lit face dims imdiately I see the cause of my notification. It’s Asami.
‘Be sure not to let our acquaintance slip out your mouth or I will slit your throat.’ It reads. Sending threats over a phone should be illegal but I don’t say a word.
‘You have nothing to worry about, Asami, even I have priorities.’ I text back. Keeping my life itself is a priority in my book, now there’s soone else that I I involved too.
I take a deep breath and drop my phone. Tears stream down my face. Ah, shit. Not today. I can’t afford to lose my cheery attitude over so dumb text. It’s not worth it.
A ding pulls my eyes back to the bed. I know it’s my phone. Here cos another dumb text from Asami. I roll my eyes, picking up my phone.
I wipe underneath my eye lids and my cheeks imdiately. It’s not Asami. It’s Killian. He’s outside. A smile imdiately forms on my face.
With all that crying, although short, I fear he will notice the dryness and swollen bits of my eyes. I may need to apply so make up but heaven knows I’d definitely cry half way through and have to reapply over and over again till my tears don’t ruin my makeup. I get up from the bed, grab my purse which is on my own bed then head to the door.
Fuck it, I’m going to et him just the way I am. Asami said I shouldn’t spell it out to him, that doesn’t an I shouldn’t allow my looks cry for help. Technically, it does but sothing tells there’s a reason why she warned not to tell Killian a thing and even though this is just my intuition, I won’t completely discard the thought. She probably doesn’t want him to hate her. I shrug at the thought.
Can soone kill soone she’s madly in love with? I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past Asami. I sniff and shut the door of my room, locking it from outside. But I don’t want to test how true my theory is, so I will play this smart.
If there is truth behind Killian’s affection and love towards as he claims to have, which u undoubtedly believe, then my actions will be a solemn cry for help and he will catch on that pretty quickly, I’m sure he’d be able to use his wealthy influence to help . After all, there is no possible way she will be in two places at once. . . A thought cos to mind. . . . Unless she has people doing her dirty work of spying for her, which will make sense.
I sigh as I make my way out of my dorm. Please Killian, read my swollen eyes and help . Better still, be alive for because I don’t want to die.
Asami’s threat when we were on the rooftop replays in my head. That sends a shiver down my spine. And I don’t want to experience what cos before my death either. Watching you leave forever and being forced to eating your remains.
Bile forms in my throat. I feel myself throw up in my month then swallow it forcibly as I make my way out my dorm.
I sight him, standing in front of his car. A wide smile plastered on his face. I smile widely too. Here goes nothing.
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