Vera’s POV
I was still lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, when I heard a knock on the door.
Assuming it was Rina or Michelle, I didn’t think much of it.
“Come in,” I called out lazily, not bothering to move.
But the knocking didn’t stop.
It grew louder—more aggressive.
Confused, I sat up slowly, frowning. That wasn’t like Rina or Michelle. They never knocked like that.
I got off the bed and walked over, opening the door just a little to peek outside.
To my surprise—and disappointment—it wasn’t them.
It was Lisa.
Before I could react, she forced the door wider with her leg and pushed her way in.
I tried to block her path, but she was quicker. Her hand shot up, and she grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it hard.
“Ow!” I cried out, stumbling backward.
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