Chapter 39

AVINASH

I stared at my bed and while being completely shocked. I couldn't even understand how to react to this. The bedsheet, and most probably the mattress would be wet, and I can't ask anyone to clean it. They would know about my stunt and it would be embarrassing.

I looked around, thinking about what to do. I was getting frustrated, I couldn't even wash the bed sheet by myself because my broken hand and my chopped off finger wouldn't let me do that.

I sat on the couch, frustrated.

"Aahhh! My life is miserable," I scoffed and then I looked at my hand.

My hand looked terrible and I couldn't help but cry looking at it. The four fingers were all okay, perfectly fit while the fifth one wasn't there. There was just a bandage so that the wound recovers.

"My finger..." I cried out, holding my hand.

I hate my life. I hate that bitch Kiara and I hate... No no... I am scared of Nandini. She is a zombie who is behind me and wants to eat me up. This isn't fair.

"Mommy... Please, please help..