ELENA
The light chattering and bustle from the outside of my office sipped through the thin gaps between the door and the window. But not a single word landed on the infertile land of my brain.
My eyes were fixated on the screen of my laptop on which instead of a research paper I needed to read, a smiling crocodile was twirking on some song, that I didn't recognise.
For the past twenty minutes, the crocodile was not tired of dancing, and my mind kept running back to the last night.
I remembered it in bits and pieces, only a few flashes. Only one face was dominating every fragment of my memory- Devon Sanders.
I didn't remember what I did to aggravate him so much. But his deadly grey eyes sent chills down my spine. How did I even survive that encounter with that man?
I had no idea!
When I woke up in the morning, I found myself clutching onto Joanna's favourite teddy bear, occupying her entire bed, and my poor friend had to seek her sofa for shelter.
