Whispers_Our Story

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*One hour later*

The knock on the door draws me out from sleep. I groan as the sound seemed to be pounding loudly on my head. I roll and sit bed my leg resting on the floor with eyes still closed.

The pounding on the door continues loudly which my body can't move from lack of sleep. "Who could that be". I say under my breath. Jesus Tracy! I opened my eyes and saw Tracy still sleeping but she faced the wall.

I covered her with our manageable blanket and walks to the door with the intention of bursting the person's brain if it was to be Elijah the retired ˈWO͝ODLƏND keeper for coming this early. Doesn't he know that people are still in bed? I groan and opens the door.

"Chris!". I yell and hug him. "My God, what a long time no see".

"It's a long story".

"Come in please". I say and lead him inside the house. I walk to fetch drinking water for him to drink and have some rest.

I walk back to the parlor and hand him the cup of water. "So how have you been... Though I've been getting your letters but it would be better to hear them from you".

"Well, after the emotional letter Tracy sent to me of you coming here, Instead of Maganda I decided to come see you myself but it seems to that you all alright now". Chris says looking around. "Where is Tracy?".

"She should be sleep... F.u.c.k! I forgot to watch her! I breath." Hey, I will be right back". I say and walk to our room.

Where is she? I say looking around the room. "F.u.c.k! She is not inside! I yell and ran out of the room.