Chapter 12.

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Hazel's POV:

I let out a sigh in exasperation. The whole year? I don't even know how I will spend even a day here. I wear my glasses back on because my head is spinning right now for not wearing the glasses for so long. 

I look around the room. This room is not as big and well decorated as Jonah's but it is not bad either. 

It has a medium-sized bed, in front of the bed is a small wooden dressing table with nothing but a brush and a fake plant on it. Next to the bedside table is the door that leads to the closet which has a bathroom attached, it's quite similar to my room closet back at home.

 Yellow Curtains are hanging on the windows. I open the curtains, there is a small balcony attached. I go to the balcony. There are a small table and a chair here. 

To pass my time, I unpack the bags; I hung my clothes into the closet and take a shower to relax my tired muscles. I wear jeans and a white top. It is half-past seven and I don't know what to do. When will Tyler come home? I hope he doesn't.

All this makes me miss home. What would I be doing if I was at home, probably watching a movie or talking to Ava? Should I call Ava?

I pull out my phone but it is off, battery dead. I pull out the charger from the bag and connect the phone to the charger. I go to wander around the house, just to know what is where.

Before going out of the room, I pull out my table calendar, putting it right next to the bed. I put a cross on today's date.

 Yes, I am this desperate for this to end that I am actually crossing days on the calendar. It is the calendar I had in my room. I look one more time in the room to see what I need in it to make it feel like home. I really care about how my room looks, I like my things organized.

Fairy lights and scented candles are must need. And there is no bookshelf, for now, I have set my books in one of the compartments in the closet but I need a bookshelf. You are not living here forever, my consciousness added.

I go outside the room. On the end of the corridor is a huge window that has a sight of the backyard and the pool area. I go to the kitchen where Trin is preparing dinner.

"How long have you been working here?" I ask her, sitting on the counter chair.

"I just started. It's only been a week" she tells me, cutting the vegetables. She is making Chinese. 

"How is it working here? I mean with Jonah?" I ask her which has been in my mind for a while.

"No, it's okay. Both Jonah and Tyler aren't home most of the time. I just do my work and leave," she shrugs.

"Where do you live?"

"There is this small one-room place at the back of the house. I live there,"

"Interesting. I'd love to visit then," I tell her and she gives me a smile. She isn't a very talkative and neither am I so I go to the backyard through the door in the kitchen. 

The night approaches as I spend my time sitting on the chair next to the pool. It is a nice place to sit, peaceful. At times, I want to cry because I miss home. I still can't believe I am not going to college.

"Mr. Wood is here," Trin announces through the kitchen door. Who is she talking about? Jonah or Tyler. 

Hesitatingly I go inside. "Who?" I ask Trin, who is garnishing the soup in the dish,

"Mr. Tyler. He is waiting for you at the dinner,"  Why is he waiting for me? I'd eat when I want to. Both father and son are nothing but annoying. Not asking further questions I nod and go to the dining area where he is sitting.

Trin follows me with the soup dish in her hand and puts it on the table.

"Hello!" I say weirdly and sits on the table. He smiles. It's the first time since I met him I have noticed him this close and he doesn't resemble his son at all except the hair. 


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