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TWENTY THREE
Diego
My eyes fluttered open, as I found myself lying on the narrow bed of the guest room in the Safe house. I could feel my chest throbbing with a sharp pain. It felt as if my heart was trying to tell me something but then again I couldn't tell exactly what it was. Something significant had occurred, but the details eluded me. I reached out for my phone one more time to attempt my dads line but once again it was unreachable. This was very unlike him, the other times i had called him he had picked up extremely quickly.Could it be possible that he was angry at me? Do I send him a message?These thoughts kept on going through my head but I knew sending a message was not the right thing to do. I had to be sure it was him I was talking to, there was no one else i could trust or rather there was no one else that trusted me.A sudden jolt shot through my body again, causing me to sit up abruptly. The movement caused Irene, who haRelated chapters
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