thirty eight
It's been a week, A long boring week or either sitting on my bed or hanging out with angel when stefano wasn't around. I was sat reading my book when "I can't take it anymore!" Shouted stefano "My door!" I yelled noticing he had completed knocked it off its hinges. "Well don't lock it!" He said back as if it was completely obvious. I just huffed and looked at him angrily crossing my arms. "At least you spoke to me, even if it was two words" he smiled sadly. Could it be that all of this was actually killing him? I haven't spoken to him in more then a week, all of his efforts failed but never did I think he would literally break my door down. "I wouldn't expect much" I said before hurriedly walking past him. "Stop!" He yelled grabbing me by my wrist, quickly turning me around.
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