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"Gratefully that was finally taken care of. I hope when she wakes up, she would feel a lot better," Julia said, clapping me by the shoulders as she made her way back to the nurse station.
"See you around, Shay," she added, waving a brief goodbye at me.
"See ya," I stated and watch her walk away, my mind becoming even more chaotic than it already was.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream so badly. But then, seeing where I was standing, I had to hold it in, my hands curling into fists.
I felt like X was enjoying all of this. He was enjoying seeing me suffer while he watched. He watched from a distance and is probably smirking with a drink in his hand.
The thought only infuriated me further.
Why do the villains always get to enjoy torturing their victims? Where is the justice in that?
I was boiling with fury and I was busily trying to calm myself that it took me a while to hear that someone was trying to call me.
