Chapter 70

Freya's Pov

In my room I paced continuously, my mind running on and on and suddenly I wanted to be let out, I wanted to be free of this torture, my strewn all over my face causing me to groan from fury, I yanked a fistful of it and moved to the mirror.

A scowl veiled my face like the uttermost layer of my face, from the corner of my eyes I caught a red sharp double mouth joined in a hilt lying on the table.

I picked it up and cast one last glance on the long wavy hair that got on my face and without one last glance I chopped it off. It fell with a silent thud on the floor that resonated through me, I heard the sound of it drop internally but that didn't stop me from whittling away the ones left till they were nothing but shoulder length.

“Argh!” I screamed and shrieked, casting a dull look at my hair that was once on my head, now lying disarrayed on the floor.

The door opened and Racheal stood perplexed on her form, impossibly still, watching me for the longest while.

“Oh my gosh, Fr