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My heart still hammered loudly in my ribs as I slammed the door shut behind me, slapping my back on the cool bronze of the door and struggling to breathe through my nose.

The whirl of thoughts in my head was threatening to spiral out of control and I placed my hands on my temples to soothe the painful throb there.

What to do? What to freaking do?

The image of the redhead’s face flashed in my mind just as she raised the rock to bash me in the back. 

“The mirror, I need a mirror!” I gasped, feeling for the plastic buttons on my gown as I...