Chapter twenty-two
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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“Your Lucky”
I almost gasp when the door just opens and the loud hateful voice fills the air, taking me by surprise. I look at the direction of the voice, a nervous knot inside my stomach as my body trembles slightly at the unknown fear.
“Can't you knock?” I clutch the pair of dress that I was going to change from my messy one along with the towel in my hand. I wanted to clean myself before I could look in the mirror and look at the defeat of me. I'm not certain how I would accept it, now that I have had a minute of time to rethink my course of actions there are so many what ifs along with I should have done that. Like kicking the truck driver out and stealing his truck. Maybe then I would have saved myself from this hell. But the regret
