"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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A deafening clap of thunder tore through the silence, yanking me from sleep. My body jerked slightly, heart hammering as I groggily tried to orient myself.
The room was cloaked in darkness except for the faint glow of my bedside lamp, which flickered slightly as if affected by the storm.
Rain pelted against the window, a steady and relentless downpour that mirrored the heaviness in my chest. I exhaled slowly, running a hand over my face before forcing myself to sit up.
My limbs felt stiff from sleep, and the cold air wrapping around my exposed skin sent a shiver down my spine.
Yawning, I stretched my arms above my head, the joints in my shoulders popping slightly as I rolled them.
The storm outside raged on, with flashes of lightning momentarily illuminating the room, casting shadows along the walls.
Something about thunderstorms always left me peaceful, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why.
I dragged myself out of bed, feet sinking into the plush carpet as I made my way toward the window.
My fingers curled around the edges of the curtain, pulling them apart to reveal the chaotic sky outside. Dark, angry clouds churned above the city, casting everything below in an ominous shade of gray.
The streets were slick with water, the neon lights from the shops reflecting off the wet pavement in distorted colors.
A few people hurried along the sidewalks, umbrellas struggling against the harsh wind. The sight of them made me realize how late it already was.
I glanced toward the clock on my nightstand. 9:14 AM.
My stomach grumbled loudly in protest, a painful reminder that I hadn't eaten anything since last night. I sighed, rubbing my abdomen absentmindedly before turning away from the window.
I shuffled toward the bathroom, my bare feet making soft padding sounds against the floor. Just before stepping inside, I made sure to lock the door.
Luca, my mannerless brother, had no understanding of personal space. He had a nasty habit of barging in unannounced, usually under the guise of annoying me.
After freshening up, I towel-dried my hair before sitting in front of my dresser. I pulled out my hairdryer, running my fingers through my damp locks as I worked through the strands.
Once satisfied, I reached for a familiar, oversized blue jersey, one I had shamelessly stolen from Luca. Pairing it with black shorts, I finally felt somewhat human again.
Just as I finished, the heavenly aroma of home-cooked food hit my nose, making my stomach clench painfully.
Mom.
I made my way downstairs, following the scent like a moth to a flame.
Stepping into the kitchen, I found her standing behind the stove, her hands moving expertly as she stirred the contents of a steaming pot.
