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“I’er at the door

As he turned around and walked to the door, I called his naht There’s nothing fair in life Life’s nothing but a gaaao around and around, I’ll never reach the end”

He didn’t say a word He just turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him

Once I was finished with owns Ian had bought h the mirror of the vanity I took it from the desk and sat down on the bed I pulled up local job listings and saw an ad for a coffeehouse that was hiring They wanted experienced only I hadI worked at a coffeehouse back in Indiana for four years Needing paper and a pen, I got up and opened the drawer to the desk I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw soo downstairs and risk Ian asking what I was doing I quickly wrote down the address of the coffeehouse and tucked it away in my new purse As I cliht My head was starting to throb and I needed to get some sleep

“Stephen, is that you?”

“Help me, Rory You promised you’d help me”

“Stephen, where are you? I can’t find you It’s too dark”

“Rory You promised me You said you’d make me better and you lied You lied, Rory,” Stephen screamed as he stabbed me

I screamed as loudly as I could and I heard Ian’s voice in the distance “Rory, wake up You’re having a nightmare,” he said as he shook me

My eyes flew open and I could barely breathe I looked at Ian and then around the room, as I was curled up on the floor in the corner My face was soaked with tears andSuddenly, there was a wo back to bed, baby?” she whined

I looked at her and then at him I closed my eyes and slowly shook ather your stuff and leave,” Ian said to the girl

“But—”

“No Don’t say another word Leave irl turned away in a huff and, in an instant, she was gone Ian brought his hand to my face and wiped away the tears underneath htmare I’ll be fine,” I said as Ian helped htmare about?” he asked as he followedPlease, just leaveat soination,” I said harshly

Ian stood up and shook his head “You knohat? I’ to be your friend,” he said as he walked out and slammed the door shut

I lay down and pulled the covers close to e and held on for dear life

Chapter 5

The next ot dressed, I walked downstairs to the kitchen where Charles was , Rory Would you like a fresh homemade blueberry o They’re Mr Braxton’s favorite”

I don’t knohy he felt the need to tell me that I didn’t care what Ian’s favorite muffins were “I bet he makes you hand-pick the blueberries It wouldn’t surprise me”

“I heard that, Aurora,” Ian said as he walked into the kitchen in his dark gray tailored suit