Lay low, hung low. Bad luck still follow.
ALICE
After that day, white iced never appeared in front of me again. He left me three unanswered phone calls and one sentence message.
“After one month, I’ll find you again. I expect you’re ready to talk with me by then.”
I groaned. There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t know how he got that information and I admit I’m dying to find out where. But I know. The more I push myself and find out his real intentions, the more I gave him chances to dig out my past.
And I will never let that happened.
I sit up and rubbed my eyes. I think there’s a loud crash earlier. Or was it just in my dreams? I get up and flipped the curtains open. Letting the sun penetrate inside my littered room. The things I stock in my drawers lay scattered on the floor. Even my drawers. Pens, notebooks, clips, stapler, glue, sticky notes…