Livia Dawn knew it was a bad idea to follow three guys, who were probably criminals, into the woods.
Mistake number 1...
Now, her once quiet life will consist of things she only read in her books. Secrets, Romance, conflict, and maybe, just maybe, s...
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I woke up to someone nudging my shoulder, causing my eyes to flutter open. They felt heavy, probably from all the crying yesterday.
Yesterday.
A night's sleep wouldn't erase the events that took place the previous morning. My heart still hurt, my throat sore from the lump in my throat. I ignored every pained sensation though, not wanting to cry anymore.
"C'mon, Colby wants to leave before the hotel gets crowded for breakfast." Sam whispered to me, setting a bag next to me on the bed, "He got these for you, get ready and we'll be outside the room."
I didn't respond, simply hummed and watched as he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
I forced my body off the bed, not wanting to leave the comfort of the clean white sheets. It was hard, but eventually, I made it to the restroom where I freshened myself up quickly and changed into the outfit given to me. Thankfully, it was black leggings along with a simple T. It was comfy, which I loved. A lot better than the one from yesterday.
I braided my hair to the side and added a bit of water to contain the fly away around my forehead.
When I was pleased with my appearance, I left the restroom and folded the sheets of my bed neatly, saving the service ladies or men from having to deal with taking them off. Being tidy was something I strived for, and even though it was a weird thing to do at the time, I still felt it was right.
I took a moment to collect myself before leaving the room. I stared at my appearance in the mirror, the semi-noticeable bags under my eyes, and the frown that was my expression. I tried smiling, but it didn't work. Of course, it didn't. I wasn't that good at hiding these kinds of feelings, the sadness I mean. Didn't surprise me when even I didn't believe my false happiness.
There was no point in even trying to act happy.
It would get me nowhere.
I took a deep breath, finally finding it in myself to leave the room.
Walking into the hallway, I see the guys already outside and waiting for me. When they saw me, Sam, Jake, and Corey held back a sad expression. Colby kinda just stared. He was always so hard to read and it frustrated me deeply.
I got tired of the silence.
"So.. are we going to go or.." I trail off, clamping my hands together behind my back.
