Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Willow,

“MAMA…….MAMA.”

I heard a little voice shout frantically, and I opened my eyes slowly, then shut them again. This little action made my head throb, and I frowned slowly, trying to remember what happened to cause this.

Yesterday I kept tossing and turning from the pain, so I just left the bed and thought about making a sandwich. Maybe eating will take my mind off of this nasty pain.

But then I found Elijah bent over the fridge searching for something to eat and his stomach was rumbling like an angry sky.

A small smile stretched on my face when I remembered how startled he was to see me standing behind him, grumpy and ready to snap his neck.

I haven’t slept for days, and it was getting into my head. I can tolerate pain, hunger, thirst, anything really but not sleep and lack of caffeine in my system. God, I felt miserable.

But then I winced silently when I remembered what had happened soon after. Me on the damn floor holding my middle and hissing in pain.

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