#Chapter39
Ring*
The phone blares somewhere in the room annoyingly rousing me up from the best sleep I could remember. My hand search for the devil's craft work on the table shutting it off throwing it on the bed, flopping back to sleep. Seconds after it blares again, this time I pick it ready to give the caller a piece of my mind. Like what the fuck, it’s called a beauty sleep for a reason.
/"Hello./" I answer groggily.
/"Bitch. Where the fuck is you?/" I winch at the caller’s shrill cry, my brows twitch in disarray.
/"Who is this?/"
