Chapter 22

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"Could you find a way to let me down slowly?A little sympathy, I hope you can show meIf you wanna go, then I'll be so lonelyIf you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly"

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"Could you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy, I hope you can show me
If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly"

"Could you find a way to let me down slowly?A little sympathy, I hope you can show meIf you wanna go, then I'll be so lonelyIf you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly"

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Ingrid's POV

I found myself back at home after my day with Tristian, and I felt

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I found myself back at home after my day with Tristian, and I felt.. sad. Letting go of his hand in the car felt painful almost.. all I wanted was to be with him again.. but I had to wait. 

Fixing my books on my bookshelf, I sat in silence for a while as my candle burned slowly however, I couldn't relax much as a commotion began happening downstairs. 

I was quiet for a moment to hear and stupidly decided to take a look to see for myself what was going on. At the top of the steps, their voices were clearer now, and I noticed it was the voice of my father and my sister, Camilla.

" I asked you several times. Where the hell have you been for the last four days?! " He yelled, and Camilla scoffed. 

" None of your fucking business. " 

" You think you're not any of my fucking business? Do you think I like watching my daughter whore herself out and ruin my reputation on these damn streets?! "

" You're already whoring the other one out so you can make a few extra dollars with your business partner.. how am I any different? " She asked, and my hands felt sweaty all of a sudden as I instantly knew they were referring to me. 

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