Chapter 227
That sucked. I know he was here but it doesn’t seem so. I miss waking up to him in the morning. I miss not having to be conscious about my environment when I’m in his bed. I sigh, staring at the ceiling. My hand rests on the cold sheets by my side. From this, it seemed like he was gone long ago.
I’m too lazy and tired to get up or I’d have texted him to check in. I turn to the side of the bed, resting on my side. I wonder what he’s doing right now.
A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. Who on earth will disturb someone this early in the morning? I shut my eyes closed, creasing my brows to fake sleeping. As long as my door is locked and no one can get it, I might as well be asleep.
The knock continues. It’s very persistent.
I mumble. “Go away.” I groan as tiredly as I can muster, trying to deceive whoever is behind the door.
Take it from me, that person either doesn’t understand simple language or is begging to be hit. I’d say both because why on earth is he or she still there? With a furrowed brow, I crawl my way out of bed, wrapping my duvet over me and securing a hold on it at the center of my chest with one hand. It is harder to hold stuff when my other hand is bound to a cast.
The moment I get to the door, I tilt my head till it falls on my neck to hold my duvet flimsily on my body to free my hand then I twist the key in the hole, unlocking my room door. The face that welcomes me from the other end makes my eyes twitch. My face flattens and I yawn.
“Have a death wish? It’s so early in the morning.” I murmur, my tone sleepy. I walk back to my bed, leaving the door open to let her in. “Lock the door while you’re at it.” I say and fall to my bed.
The visitor is Kate. I shouldn’t be surprised, she’s know my family in forever and she’s actually the one person they won’t deny access into our home this early in the morning.