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STELLA’s POV
“Stella? What are you doing?”
“Amy?” my eyes widened when the door flew open revealing Amy holding her phone, talking to someone. “Please, let me leave…” I begged.
She took a long stride and grabbed my arms, stopping me from jumping out the window.
“Amy, please…” I cried, trying to get away from her hold. I was pushing her but I was too weak that I was clutching her shirt for me not to collapse on the floor.
“I’m here to help you, Stella.” She nodded, wiping the tears on my face using her thumb. “Someone is coming his way to pick us up.”
“What?” I don’t want to believe her. What if Auntie ordered her to look out for me? “
