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MELISSA

“What are you doing there?” Damien yelled with his hands, dragging me down the corridor that led to the hallway.

“I…was looking for the kitchen and…” I stuttered.

“That’s a fucking lame excuse, Missy.” My voice thundered.

I wanted to speak, but I noticed as the angry look in his eyes grew.

Damien didn’t say anything. His grip on my hand tightened, as his eyes shot a glare my way