----Shehry's POV ---
"Where in the world am I?" Trisha questioned.
Look who decided to wake up.
"Morning," I said.
"Do I know you?" She asked.
"We met at the bar last night," I said.
"And you brought me to your house! DO YOU HAVE ANY SHAME! I WAS IN AN UNCONSCIOUS STATE AND YOU.."
I cut her off.
"Not that type of guy," I said.
She looker around, while I was trying to figure out exactly what she is. It takes her less than a second to blow up.
"Yeh toh Liza ki pictures hai,"she said.
She looked at me.
"YOU ARE USING HER! SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND! You are sick!" She yelled.
"NOT THAT TYPE OF GUY!" I yelled back at her.
Thankfully, Waqas walked in that second.
"What is up with all the shouting?!" He asked.
"She started it," I said.
"Hhhmmm. Anyways Trisha, how do you feel?" He asked.
"Why am I here?" She asked.
"Don't ask her anything. She's going to get pist off. She's like this ticking time bomb that is set to blow off any second," I said.
"Shehry. Be nice!" He said.
"I tried," I said.
He went back to dealing with her.
We had called Liza up last night after the incident and she said we could bring her over, so she can get proper rest.
But when she saw who it was even she got mad. Literally, left her own house.
And even now she's not back.
Now, I'm sitting here thinking what this girl could have possibly done with the others.
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Broken
FanfictionShe was full of broken things. They were scattered in her mind and in her heart. She often wondered if there was someone who had the strength and the patience to fix her.
