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A loud bang woke me up from my slumber, and I sat up on the bed. I rubbed at my eyes, letting out a moan as my temple throbbed.

My eyes were puffy. I didn't need a mirror to see how horrible I looked at the moment, and it seemed like I had cried myself to sleep.

Gazing around the room, my brows creased as I noticed the curtains were up. Because, most times, I often slept with my windows covered.

Perhaps it was Julie. I was certain she had been in the room as I slept.

I lurched as the door went ajar abruptly.

“Julie!”

“What now?” I...