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 Freya and Gloria had stayed since yesterday, I still don't want to be in the same room as my mother. She's lied on me, tried to get me arrested.

I was sitting up in the hospital bed, eating breakfast. My mother was staring at me, Gloria sitting beside her doing the same thing.

"I'd like to eat in peace, you know?" I said, dropping my fork. And turning my eyes on my family. "What are you waiting for? For me to get on my feet so you can arrest me again?"

"Actually, Richard. He's coming." Freya said.

I gasped, pulling the blankets off my legs and pushing my food cart away.

"No, no, no, I do not want to see him." I got on my feet, I was a bit wobbly on them but I held my own.

"Diana-"

"I just want to get out of here. Dr. Wales!" I shouted at the open door.

But the person who stepped into the room was a complete shock for me, nicely-toned honey skin and the same eyes as the man in my dreams.

Janet Jackson.


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