"You're gonna break up with that boyfriend of yours." He uttered with a deadly calm voice.
"I am not gonna do any such thing." I gritted.
"Don't make me lose my temper." He moved his face closer to mine.
"Or what?" I challenged.
"Or I will slide...
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"Been on another level Since you came No more pain You look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're in my world now You can stay You can stay But you belong to me You belong to me"
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I groan and move around in my sleep.
As my consciousness slowly begins to return, I find myself waking up in a soft and luxurious bed, surrounded by the opulence and decadence that can only be found in my mother's mansion.
The last thing I remember is lying on the cold pavement after my bike accident, but now I find myself here, in a state of confusion and disorientation. It's not clear how I got here or what happened to me before I woke up.
Water. I need water.
As I gingerly try to sit up, I feel a sharp pain shoot through my head, and my hand instinctively goes up to touch the source of the discomfort. My fingers brush against the bandages, and I realise that there must be more of them on my body. Confused and curious, I take a moment to assess the extent of my injuries, my fingers gingerly exploring the unfamiliar surface of the bandages.
I sit there quietly for some time as my head hurts.
Despite my hazy memory, fragments of memories began to surface, like pieces of a shattered mirror slowly piecing themselves together. Memories of Sarah's face, her eyes filled with anger, and the pain in her words all came crashing back like a tidal wave.
The realisation that whatever had transpired between us had gone horribly wrong sent a sharp jolt of guilt and regret through my heart, causing my stomach to twist with unease.
Shit, I've hurt her.
But what did I say to her? Why was she so hurt?
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching my room, and a moment later, the door bursts open and Axel strides in, followed closely by Vain, their faces filled with both worry and relief. "You're awake!" Axel exclaims, his voice brimming with a mix of concern and worry.
