Escaping The Mafia King

The next day rolled around and Hope found herself bedridden, unable to move with a harsh cough gripping her chest and nasty fever burning her whole body. There was obviously no option of going to the college since she had caught the flu for walking too long under the sun and because of the fatigue it had caused.

She remembered that at night her phone had kept ringing with calls and messages but without looking at the screen she had turned off the phone and avoided everything that bounded her to the outer world. Her mood was ruined so badly and she did not think she could talk to anybody without snapping in anger.

She had had dinner with her parents and then after coming back to the room, she had fallen asleep like the dead. Her feet had burn marks and cuts from the sandals that she had successfully hidden from her parents by wearing long trousers.

But as the morning sunshine hit the window she realized that she was sick to death. Bile kept rising her throat, making her run to the bathroom every ten minutes.

When she did not go down to have breakfast, her mom came up to check on her and immediately got worried after seeing her red face, runny nose and baggy eyes. She immediately rushed down to get medicine and some soup for Hope while Hope went back to the bed to hide under her duvet and avoid the sunlight.

As her mom came back, she made Hope take the medicine with water and some soup. In the middle of it suddenly the doorbell rang.

Hope's gaze immediately shot to the wall watch seeing the time. Nine am. She knew who was at the door this early.

As her mom stood up to go down, Hope grabbed her arm and said,

"Mom?"

Her mom immediately turned to her, "Yeah, honey?"

not let them come up here. I do not think I will be able to talk

as a mood of sickness nodded her head in acceptance and ushered her to quickly finish the soup and go back to the bed and then went away

bedside table she gently moved to the window while taking the duvet over her head and dragging it along covering her

Varys' car standing outside at main gates of her home. After a while, she saw him moving out from her doorstep and walking back towards his car with swift, angry

close to. she immediately pulled back, hiding

that he had gone away she came out of the curtains

she did not know she needed so desperately. But she did not think it was going to last longer. She had decided to distance herself from him. Her attachment to him was becoming too unhealthy and deep and she was not sure

even one. He would come to the door, request Hope's

give back a response. She wanted to enjoy some solace away from all the chaos. Stella had called Hope's mom when she had not answered, and her mom had explained her sickness to her. When she had insisted on talking to Hope, Hope told her mom to say that she was sleeping and tired

good as new. The sickness had

be here at nine to pick her up so she left for college at eight-thirty. It gave her time to grab a bus and ride to the college while listening to the music

caught up with all the missed classes. She saw Stella

was time to do the thing that she was dreading the most.

on her

of notifications and msgs filled her ears until she turned the vibration

by one. The most messages and missed calls were from