Heyy my lovely Risers, i was actually going to update on Friday but then i was procrastinating doing my homework and went on watt pad only to find that i had 20 notifications, which is alot for me so i was like woah let me check this out and i see that this time its not that someone updated their book but someone was reading my book and asked me to update and that made me really happy!!!!!
so i dedicate this update to 'Muskeet' you are the kind of person that makes me more excited to write Thank you and enjoys
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Morning came faster than I hoped it would. I ended up not having any dream, which I found strange because after all that happen I was almost certain I would have a nightmare about being chased by monsters and fighting to the death.
Maice was up before me and shook me by my shoulder.
"Hey, wake up...Zayla wake up," he said softly. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand then blinked a few time. My vision cleared and the first thing I saw was Maice's smiling face. If I hadn't known better I would have given that face a full forced upper-cut and bolted because if you've been woken up by money-crazed thugs like I have then I doubt you'd want someone in your face grinning ear to ear so early in the morning.
I sat up and stretched, playing back everything that happened the night before. If my memory was correct then we were starting fresh, which meant we had to be friends... or something like that. I looked up at Maice and tried to imagine having the unbreakable bond known as friendship with him. I had to bit my lip to stop myself from bursting out in laughter.
Maice caught my gaze and held out his hand to help me up. I took his outstretched hand even though I could get up perfectly fine on my own. Yeah because that the kind of thing that friends do, see I'm already getting the hang of it. He hauled me to my feet but still kept hold of my hand like I needed him to steady myself. I pretended like I did need him as I wobbled a tiny bit. Once I found my, never lost, sense of balance I pull my hand back.
"Thanks," I murmured while brushing myself off.
"No problem, anyways let's get out of here" He said nodding toward to the door. I turned my neck to see the door wide open. I wonder how I hadn't seen it before.
"How long has the door been unlocked?" I asked bring my eyes back to Maice.
"About fifteen minutes ago," he said with a smile lined with apology.
"So why didn't you wake me up fifteen minutes ago," I asked stretching out 'why'.
"Well you looked like you were really enjoying your sleep so I thought I'd let you sleep for a while longer, but I really can't take the smell anymore." He cringed. I instinctively took a whiff of the air and I immediately regretted it because the smell of a rotting rat carcass filled my nose, I cringed.
"Yeah, let's get out of here," I said holding back my gag reflex. Without missing a beat Maice bolted for the door and I more than happily followed. Maice closed the door and we raced down the hall, through the second door and up the stairs. We practically busted through the last door and sucked in the clean air. Being more of a nature kind of gal I had never been a fan of the artificial air pumped by air conditioners but right now I couldn't get enough of the sweet fresh air as it filled my lungs.
After a while I finally eased off of my air infatuation and continued to follow as Maice led us to what I assumed was his room. My dirty feet left foot prints on the clean floor, I felt a little guilty but quickly got over it. I found my assumption to be right as we walked up to the door. From the thin slit the allowed me to see into the room, I could tell the door was open and someone was possibly inside. My pulse quicken a little and flicked a glance at Maice to see if he was as nervous as I was. He had a small smile on his lips, which totally was unnerving. Didn't he know someone was in his room without his permission, probably rummaging through his drawers? It made me wondered if he had a fetish for finding strangers in his room. I quickly dismissed the stranger fetish idea before I started creeping myself out. We reached the door and he opened it like it was no big deal. As if on cue, I heard a familiar voice shout the moment we stepped into the room.
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