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Kaya’s POV.
Five hours or so later, we have gotten back here, and the arguments won’t stop. I’ve tried blocking my ears from it, only to have my thoughts threaten me as well.
I’m gripping the bedsheets tightly, wishing that Olivia could come and tell me that it’s all right since I can’t calm myself. I’ve been so traumatized throughout my life, from childhood until now, that I have no idea how to control my own body without someone else helping me to.
I am like a machine that can only work based on the inputs given to it to operate with.
Their arguments are almost incoherent. The alphas won’t rest with Olivia, as they kept on telling her just how rubbish I am. As much as it annoys me, I believe I should remain in this room and not go outside there.
I snap my eyes close again and tr
