The Chosen One

The warmth on my face woke me up. The light above shot its glow on me. Getting up on a bed, I found myself in my room with my pajamas. Nothing I remembered except the fist on my temple and the blood that rippled. The headache came. I plopped back to the mattress.

Lanzo...where was he? Those men ambushed him. Could he survive? What if they abducted and detained him somewhere? I had to ask Brad. The pain deterred me from moving. My body was still too weak. It was hard for me even to reach the door that wasn't closed. Someone might just get out of this room and carelessly let it open.

"Ms. Grayson…" With my shaking voice, I tried to reach out for help. But, none heard me. "Mr. Thompson…." I didn't want to give up easily with my situation. Maybe, If I kept calling their names, they would come eventually.

"Miss. Dawson…." I could breathe in relief seeing Brad rushing to the door.

"Where is Lanzo?" That was my first question since I worried about him too much. I was afraid that they wo
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