Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) Masked Greed [2]

Rain's pov:

I couldn't sleep after that nightmare.

It was 3 am so there were still over 3 hours before i had to get ready for class.

So i spent the rest of the time finishing up an assignment instead of wasting it.

I made sure to put ice on my eyes so they wouldn't swell. That's just going to attract unwanted attention.
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I stopped right before getting into my car in the morning.

My mind kept replaying the memories of that night over and over again.

The sound of the tires screeching, mama screaming, the sound of the semi truck hitting the car head on, the sound of their bones breaking.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to keep myself from having another breakdown.

Guess I'm not driving...

I'll get a motorcycle taxi then...
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"Hoy!" Sky was just going in when i went into the building.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"I saw you came in a motorcycle taxi today. Did something happen to your car?" He asked as he came upto me.

No, i just couldn't stand being in a car after that nightmare last night...

"Something like that." I said instead.

He frowned confused.

I chuckled, looping an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry about it so much. Let's get to class."
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My phone kept lighting up with text notifications the whole time i was in class today as well.

Of course they're using different numbers to text me again.

And of course they're angry at how i talked to Pear and Pete last night.

I wouldn't expect anything less from them.

But i kept deleting the texts and blocking them.

A few even tried calling me but i cut them without even picking up before blocking the numbers.

But i could feel the texts starting to get under my skin as i unconsciously read them before deleting them.

Them claiming to be my family, demanding the respect they deserve, demanding me to stop ignoring them, to reply to their texts and answer their calls, saying that i should show more respect to my family members who are trying to reach out to me, wanting to meet me, that i should reciprocate their kindess as well.

So many emotions were brewing in my chest as their words rang in my head.

Anger, hatred, loathing, pain, sadness, hurt, bitterness.

Respect? Kindness?

How dare they try to use these things against me?

After all that they did to me and my parents.

How dare they?

I shot up from my chair the moment the bell rang, signifying the end of the class.

I didn't wait a single second before running out, without bothering to grab my bag or books.

I need to get my emotions under control.

I need a distraction.

I ran straight out of the campus, and down the road, not glancing at anyone or anything around me.

My emotions were going haywire.

I didn't know whether i wanted to destroy something or if i wanted to cry snd scream.