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Beams of sweat form on my forehead.
It's taking a lot to be at this stupid fucking dining room right now.
And it's also taking a hell of a lot holding my tears.
How could I be so stupid, careless?
I knew this would happen.
I shouldn't have let my guard down.
Now he knows, he knows all about my shitty past, how I was abused.
About how I'm not perfect.
How I've seen that side of people at 15.
"Sta bene?" Someone says, voice drowned and in a foreign language.
"Azalea?"
No one was meant to know.
"AZALEA!" Giovanni shouts, making me flinch.
I swiftly wipe the sweat and the split tears with the back of my sleeve.
I look up and smile.
"We were calling your name for like five minutes? Are you okay?" Adain asks, concerned.
I now realize that everyone looks concerned.
Except Elijah, he gives my a knowing look with a small smile.
I harshly glare at him, he doesn't know anything.
He can't.
I nod dismissively, not trusting my words right now.
Everyone returns back to their food.
I look down, tears falling into my hands.
Abruptly, I stand up.
I'm going to regret this later..
"Can I be dismissed?" I ask, more in a commanding tone.
"No-"
"Yes, you may go, Azalea." Elijah cuts Giovanni off.
He glares at Elijah, but backing down after a few seconds.
I quickly run up the stairs, tears falling uncontrollably.
I run into my room, locking the door and curling up into a ball.
I lean on the wall, crying.
How did he find out?
How could I be so careless, so gullible?
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Her Arrival
مغامرةShe's an innocent girl who lived with her alcoholic abusive father. Her life was barley manageable, especially when she was separated from her biological family at such a young age. When her father mysteriously dies from a car crash, she's taken to...
