Chiara
I don’t know what I did to deserve this.
As I lay there, with a throbbing broken ankle, I can’t decide if the pain I feel the most is from the fact that I’m in Vedant’s house or from my recent injury. Every time I remember where I am, I nearly flinch.
I can’t reconcile it. The boy who hates me, who blames me for his brother’s death, offered up his home to let me recover in it. I suspect he wants me to get better quickly for the doubles competition, and that’s the only reason I’m here.
Either that, or he’s hoping to torture me now that we’re alone in a house together.
Still, I told myself a hundred times that staying here, even temporarily, was a terrible idea. He hates me, after all, and yet I can’t help but admit that I feel safe here despite my better judgment.
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