~ My eye red for the green, that's yellow
Some call me hybrid, and some call me hollow. Keep who I really be on a low, low…
~ Culled from Trouble Maker by Rema
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Morning came as usual and Reginald hadn't once closed his eyes to sleep because of the situation his daughter was in.
Drussilla woke up and her eyes were groggy and she felt a faint dizziness but this time around, she didn't want to look weak so she got out of bed in an agile way but unfortunately for her, she fell miserably to the floor.
"Ugh…" she groaned and slowly sat upright. Luckily for her, Reginald wasn't present.
She got up on her feet again and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up.
As she came face to face with the mirror, she checked to see if there was another bite mark but luckily for her, there was none.
She pushed her hair from her left shoulder to expose the left side of her neck where her mate's mark still rested.
