chapter 113

I got to the airport and I boarded a flight to Detroit. I flew FirstClass.

People would turn to me and see that my face was bandaged, they looked at me with pity not with disgust. If only they saw my real face.

By the time we had landed in Detroit, I could feel the cringing hands of pain griping my face, not just my face my whole head was wheeling with pain and my neck too.

It was those types of pain that aches the whole body and made it tense.

By the time I got home it was night time.

I and Bridgette weren't living in the hills no more. We had moved down to the place where the middle class lived.

But sooner we would be out of the damned place.

When I got home Bridgette was fast asleep. She knew that I was arriving home, so she had dropped the key under the door mat. We had a door mat, all the while I've been alive I never had a door mat, mansions don't have door mats.

I bent to take the key from the door mat and I felt the rush of blood as I stood up.

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