Keya Asher's POV
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The cold air hitting my face as I plummet towards the floor. Pain jolted throughout my body. It didn't hurt as much as the realization that I didn't die in the hands of Tristan. I am still alive.
Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right face. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, be floor, I instantly fell back onto the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting to my decision to stand up. I lay on my bed pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light. I had to find a way to fix the bulb in the room because I had to be in darkness.
Perhaps waiting for some help from anyone. I still didn't know why the
