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She had been feeling miserable all through the month but this just takes the cake. She tried not to pull her hair out of frustration and genuine stress. This was NOT happening. She will not believe it. What do you mean she has been kidnapped? She screamed frantically into her phone.
I still have to call her but I doubt she would not know about it since this mess is all over the news. I bet Hanz knows about it by now, wherever the hell she is. Lace rubbed a hand down her face, stressed beyond belief.
Dear God she just cannot get a break. First the stalking and now this. Hey. Xerxes asked, voice soft this time as if she can sense Laces stress from the phone. As if she can actually see all the pent up frustration, anger and fear that the greenette has been suffering with for the past few days.
As she muttered an excuse to her superior and got her bag, she remembered that time on Friday, the day before Rei got shot, when she was hurrying to get to the bus in the pouring rain. What a crappy that had been. Where everything started for her and made her previous days hell. Dramatic enough for you?
Do not even say it. I refuse to acknowledge it. She grumbled. Lace imagined Xerxes pacing around her room in an angry frantic way while running a hand through her short blue hair, worried out of her mind. Probably opening and closing some of her drawers out of stress too since this had become a habit of hers.
It is not difficult since she can kind of hear the bluenettes rapid footsteps from the phone.She swallowed down the fear clogging her throat, her lips trembling at the thought of Reinan. She CANNOT be dead, right? Her best friend. The one that never fails to make her laugh and is almost a sister to her.
Xerxes said the terrorists took her so that means she is still alive, right? But... For how long? Did you tell Hanz? Her dad is a cop, right? Can we ask him? He is not busy so he must have a clue. Cops are supposed to help and Rei is like a daughter to her too, right?
Lace nodded even though she knew Xerxes could not see and ended the call. She then shoved her phone in her pocket while gritting her teeth. She scowled at her reflection. Eye bags and a very pale face greeted her. What was once a divine beauty was now a washed up version of it. She hated it but she had no choice.
She had been feeling miserable all through the month but this just takes the cake. She tried not to pull her hair out of frustration and genuine stress. This was NOT happening. She will not believe it. What do you mean she has been kidnapped? She screamed frantically into her phone.
I still have to call her but I doubt she would not know about it since this mess is all over the news. I bet Hanz knows about it by now, wherever the hell she is. Lace rubbed a hand down her face, stressed beyond belief.
Dear God she just cannot get a break. First the stalking and now this. Hey. Xerxes asked, voice soft this time as if she can sense Laces stress from the phone. As if she can actually see all the pent up frustration, anger and fear that the greenette has been suffering with for the past few days.
As she muttered an excuse to her superior and got her bag, she remembered that time on Friday, the day before Rei got shot, when she was hurrying to get to the bus in the pouring rain. What a crappy that had been. Where everything started for her and made her previous days hell. Dramatic enough for you?
Do not even say it. I refuse to acknowledge it. She grumbled. Lace imagined Xerxes pacing around her room in an angry frantic way while running a hand through her short blue hair, worried out of her mind. Probably opening and closing some of her drawers out of stress too since this had become a habit of hers.
It is not difficult since she can kind of hear the bluenettes rapid footsteps from the phone.She swallowed down the fear clogging her throat, her lips trembling at the thought of Reinan. She CANNOT be dead, right? Her best friend. The one that never fails to make her laugh and is almost a sister to her.
Xerxes said the terrorists took her so that means she is still alive, right? But... For how long? Did you tell Hanz? Her dad is a cop, right? Can we ask him? He is not busy so he must have a clue. Cops are supposed to help and Rei is like a daughter to her too, right?
Lace nodded even though she knew Xerxes could not see and ended the call. She then shoved her phone in her pocket while gritting her teeth. She scowled at her reflection. Eye bags and a very pale face greeted her. What was once a divine beauty was now a washed up version of it. She hated it but she had no choice.
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