" Twenty five, Twenty six..., oh that's alright", said Mrs.Mathilda, the woman whose house I now live in. The women who agreed to help me.
" But Mrs.Mathilda, I owe you Thirty ..., I don't have enough with me right now.."
" It's alright dear ", she said, " This is enough ".
She was a very kind woman. Mrs.Mathilda. Very kind indeed.
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The next few days were just a blur. No sign of Mr.Haze. I worked and worked until my hands felt numb.
A week later, I wokeup as sick as a dog. It was raining heavily. My vision was blurry. But I had to go to work, I had to.
If not I'll get fired by that lousy man who sleeps with almost every woman, I thought, rage overflowing in my heart.
Why would I care about his personallife ? Why do I care about his ' sleeping schedule' ? He's my boss. Why did I feel angry ?
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I looked out of the window. Sheets of rain falling..
I just want to understand him. That's why I'm interested in him. I just want to know more about this mysterious Mr.Haze, I convinced myself. Nothing more...
I stood up, got dressed clumsily and set out for work.
The Shackern was located one mile away from the place I lived. I was half-way there when I suddenly felt light-headed and dizzy. But I still kept walking.
Then it all happened in a flash. Suddenly someone screamed. A man's voice. Far away. A cold one. In the exact moment I got hit by something huge, somethingsolid.
A truck.
I fell and my vision plunged into darkness.
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A/N : Sorry guys this chapter is small :)) also please VOTE and comment ♡ I'm new here so I need your support ♡ #LOVE YOU
