An ice-cream war

Rachael's POV

It's another morning in the Crimson Pack and somehow, I miss the days when I was a slave.. the days that I wake up and I admire the morning son and it would give me hope of a bright future. One where I didn't need to use the Tv, and so never had to hear the truth around my slavery.

I sighed tiredly, staying put in my bed cause i wasn't ready to face the world or put on a fake smile again..

Deciding to have my bath before visiting the lands of dreams again, I stood up from the bed lazily walked into the bathroom, had my bath and then put on a casual clothe, feeling much more refreshed I laid back on my bed using the duvet to cover my body.

I was about closing my eyes, when a knock comes on my door. "Who is it?" I yelled raising my head up, glaring at the door with anger.

"It's me, Jake."

Groaning with so much pain, I stood up from the bed with much effort, walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hi, what is it that you want?" I asked getting straight to the point.

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