Emily's POV

“What happened next?!” I was too excited for her to be cutting the story short, but I understood that she had to fetch some hair oils.

I loved hair oils more than I love butters or creams.

They were less sticky or greasy, and I love the way they melted.

Rayvn applied the oil and massaged my hair till they sunk in.

I looked like a whole new person.

“Last bit of our story, Emily,” She yawned, and looked at the clock, it was only eleven am, but I understood why she'd be tired in the middle of the day, “He grabbed me by the neck, and really,...