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[3.1] Justin- Ariel or Cinderella?
I touched my bandaged head groaning in pain as Chris fluffed the pillow behind my head, “That’s what you get when you date the wrong girl,” he stated with a slight chuckle. I squinted in the invading sunlight, “the curtains,” I grunted, raising one sore arm toward the intruding sunlight. Day two in this hell hole and I was already sick of it.
He closed them taking a seat beside my bed, “you brother, look like shit,”
“Why thank you brother, I’ve had worser days. Believe me when I say looking like shit’s an improvement,” I scoffed as he chuckled. Sighing, I gazed upwards at the silver ceiling of the private wing hospital room I had been brought to.
“Lucy,” I muttered the bitter name, “I knew she was desperate for me but I didn’t think she was that in love with me,” I suddenly groaned again, touching my head which had developed a splitting headache.
“Love?” Chris mocked, “No Justin, Lucy’s a frickin psychopath that is hop
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