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⁠ CHAPTER SEVEN (07)

MAI'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. A maid was standing over me, her gentle voice piercing through my foggy brain. "Mai, wake up. Today's a school day."

I felt weak and tired, my body heavy with the weight of my emotions. The smell of blood and death clung to me, making my stomach churn. I felt sick, physically and emotionally. I was a mess, a dirty mess. I felt dirty, and I knew I looked it too.

The thought of going to school was unbearable. Not today, at least. I didn't want to face anyone, didn't want to pretend like everything was okay. I turned to look at the spot where my mom's body had been, but it was gone. Panic started to set in, my heart racing with fear.

But before I could react, the maid spoke again, her voice calm and matter-of-fact. "The driver is ready, Mai. You need to get up and get ready for school."

I felt a wave of dread wash over me. How could she be so calm? Didn't she know what had happened? Didn't she care? I wanted to scream, to tell her to leave me alone. But something about her tone made me hesitate. Maybe it was the hint of kindness in her voice, or maybe it was just my own desperation for human connection. Either way, I slowly got to my feet, my body aching with every movement. I had no choice but to follow the maid, to pretend like everything was normal. But it wasn't normal. Nothing would ever be normal again. I walked down the hallway, my stomach growling loudly, protesting the lack of food. Dizziness washed over me, and my legs gave out from under me. I fell to the floor, clutching my stomach in agony.

The maid hesitated, her eyes darting around nervously, before bending over to ask, "What's happening, Mai?"

I tried to speak, but pain consumed me. I couldn't form words or breathe properly. The maid's face blurred in front of me. She helped me stand, supporting my weight, and we staggered towards my room.

But when we opened the door, I saw the messy room from yesterday. Roman's reminder of my reality. I didn't want to go in there, didn't want to face the memories. "My room is over there," I lied.

The maid nodded, and we walked in the direction I pointed. We entered another room, one that was clean and tidy. She helped me lie down on the bed, and relief washed over me when the pain became bearable. She left me alone, closing the door behind her. I lay there, curled up in a ball, trying to catch my breath and process the agony spreading through my body. After a little while, the maid returned with a glass of fruit drink. I drank it greedily, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. To my surprise, my stomach pain vanished instantly. I looked at the maid in amazement.

"What's this?" I asked, curious about the miraculous drink.

The maid smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "How does it taste?" she asked, instead of answering my question.

I thought for a moment, analyzing the flavors. "Lime and lemon juice," I said, surprised that the drink had been so effective.

The maid nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You must have drunk too much. The acid in your stomach needed acid to balance it out. Now, we'll prepare you for school."

I was still confused, but the pain was gone, and I was grateful for that. I nodded, and the maid began to help me get ready for school, her movements efficient and practiced.

When it was time to shower, I stopped the maid, saying firmly, "I'll shower by myself, thank you very much."

The maid looked at me with a hint of surprise, then said, "You're already late, Mai."

"It's..." I started to say, but the maid interrupted me.

"What? I'm a female too," she said with a hint of understanding, her voice softening.

I gave up, realizing that arguing would be pointless. I showered, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. After we finished getting ready, a car was waiting to drive me to school. Finally.

As I sat in the backseat, I thought to myself, "I'll definitely escape from this place." I made a mental promise to find a way out of Roman's grasp, no matter what it took. The thought gave me a glimmer of hope, and I held onto it tightly as the car drove me to school.

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Before I knew it, school was over. As everyone were about to go home, the principal's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing a meeting for all students. He declared that tomorrow would be a public holiday, and no one needed to come to school. The students cheered and chattered excitedly.

My phone rang, breaking the commotion. It was Zoey. "Hey, girl! Did you hear about the holiday?" she asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

I smiled, happy to share in her enthusiasm. "Yeah, I just heard the announcement. What's up?"

"I was thinking we could hang out tomorrow," Zoey said. "Maybe grab some brunch or go shopping?"

My driver was waiting for me, but I didn't want to go back to Roman's mansion just yet. "That sounds like fun," I said, trying to stall.

"I'm at the back of you for afar." Zoey stated before ending the call.

Zoey called out to me, and I turned to her, waving. She was indeed there. The driver parked the car and waited for me to get in. But I hesitated, torn between going home and spending time with my friend.

"I'm going to leave with Zoey," I told the driver firmly.

The driver looked concerned. "Miss Mai, I don't think that's a good idea. Mr. Roman won't be happy."

"I don't care," I said, standing my ground. "I'm going to leave with Zoey."

The driver tried to warn me again, but I repeated myself, "I'm going to leave with Zoey."

Eventually, the driver nodded and stepped aside. Zoey hailed a cab, and we both got in. "Where to?" the cabbie asked.

"My house," Zoey replied, smiling at me. We settled in for the ride, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was taking control of my life.

"Thanks for getting out of there," I said, turning to Zoey. "I needed a break."

Zoey grinned. "Anytime, girl. Now, let's plan our holiday."

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" I asked Zoey, leaning back in my seat.

"Well, like I said, we could grab brunch or go shopping," Zoey replied, her eyes sparkling with ideas. "Or we could just lounge around my house and watch movies."

I laughed. "That sounds perfect. I don't feel like doing much of anything strenuous."

Zoey nodded in understanding. "I get it. Sometimes you just need a chill day. We can make it a spa day, even. Facials, manicures, the works."

I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement. "That sounds amazing. Let's do it."

As we chatted, the cab driver dropped us off at Zoey's house. We paid him and stepped out, stretching our arms and yawning.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," Zoey said, linking her arm through mine. "We've been friends for so long, but we never get to just hang out like this."

I smiled, feeling grateful for my friend. "I know, right? It's always something with me, drama and stress. But I'm glad we're making time for us."

We walked into Zoey's house, and she closed the door behind us. "Let's make the most of tomorrow, then," she said, smiling. "No stress, no drama. Just us, relaxing and having fun."

"Hey, Caleb is also going to join us tomorrow," Zoey said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, and I looked away, trying to play it cool. "Oh, yeah? Where are you going to be?"

Zoey laughed, noticing my reaction. "I want to sleep, so yeah, let's just chill in my room."

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit hesitant. "But..."

Zoey cut me off, her voice reassuring. "It won't take long to get ready for bed. We can sleep together if we want."

I shrugged, feeling a bit more at ease. "Fine."

We went upstairs to Zoey's room, which was small but cozy. The bed was covered in soft, fluffy blankets, and there were posters on the walls of Zoey's favorite bands. We both kicked off our shoes and climbed into bed, getting under the covers.

As we settled in, I rested my head on Zoey's stomach, feeling comfortable and relaxed. She stroked my hair gently, and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

"Thanks, Zoey," I murmured, already drifting off to sleep.

Zoey smiled, her voice soft. "Anytime, Mai. Sleep tight."

I didn't fall asleep, but I rested my eyes, enjoying the gentle stroking of my hair. When I finally opened my eyes, Zoey was already up and standing over me with a pillow in her hand.

"Surprise!" she exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Before I could react, she gently placed the pillow over my face, trying to smother me with it. I laughed and playfully pushed the pillow away, and Zoey giggled.

I retaliated by grabbing a nearby pillow and whacking Zoey with it. She shrieked in mock horror, and we both burst out laughing.

The pillow fight was on. We pummeled each other with pillows, feathers flying everywhere. We laughed and shrieked, our hair disheveled and our faces flushed.

The pillow fight continued until we were both exhausted, collapsing onto the bed in a fit of giggles. We lay there, panting and holding our sides, the pillows scattered around us.

"Truce?" Zoey asked, still chuckling.

I nodded, grinning. "Truce."

Zoey glanced at the clock and exclaimed, "Woah, it's already late! You better get home, don't want Roman to talk about coming late." She laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I forced a laugh, feeling a knot in my stomach. I didn't want to tell Zoey about Roman's true nature, about how he was holding me captive and controlling my every move. I was scared to reveal the truth, fearing for my safety and the consequences that might follow.

"Yes, ha... he," I said, trying to play along, but my voice trembled slightly.

Zoey didn't seem to notice, and she smiled. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll understand. But still, you should get going."

As we walked downstairs, Zoey realized I didn't have any money on me. "Don't worry about the cab fare, I've got it," she said, pulling out her wallet.

I thanked her, feeling grateful for her kindness. Zoey hailed a cab, and we said our goodbyes before I got in. As the cab drove away, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - relief to be away from Roman's mansion, but also anxiety about what lay ahead. The cab stopped a few blocks away from Roman's mansion, just like always. I paid the driver with the money Zoey had given me and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The cool evening air hit me as I walked towards the mansion, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the pavement. As I approached the gate, one of Roman's men opened it for me, his expression neutral. I nodded slightly in acknowledgement and walked through the gates, my heart sinking with every step.

I entered the mansion, and the sound of nothing but silence filled my ears. But then, I heard a different sound - a female voice, moaning softly. My heart skipped a beat as I turned towards the living room, my eyes scanning the space.

What I saw made my eyes go blind.

A blonde sitted on roman's lap, naked and disorganized. Her n*****s were pink and hard, her hair rough and scattered. She wasn't just the only one naked, roman was almost naked, his pants resting around his thighs, as the woman's butt and maybe p•ssy covered his d•ck. His arms spreaded on the couches head, his head fallen back. It looked like they were having s•x. My eyes went blind, my heart racing. I had just interrupted their.....

Lord have mercy.

I wanted to turn but I couldn't. I wanted to run upstairs and pretend like nothing happened but I couldn't. My legs didn't want to listen, stuck like a statue. Roman head tilted to my direction as the girl's eyes never left mine.

"Back so soon Amore mio"

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