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39: AZALEA MARINO

D E L I L A H

Azriel never told me about how his confrontation with the truck driver went no matter how much I asked. It's been two days since I've been discharged from the hospital and now I'm practically living in Azriel's room. He had ordered for all my clothes and belongings to be brought into his room.

I couldn't even walk without him breathing down on my neck about being careful and watching my steps. If I had thought he was controlling before, it has gotten even worse now.

A wave of dizziness and nausea suddenly hit me, making me jump from the bed and make a beeline to the toilet where I puked out everything I ate last night. I dry heaved, spitting out the bitter taste of vomit from my mouth as I tried to catch my breath. Azriel rubbed my back soothingly and I couldn't be more grateful. He helped me to my feet as I walked towards the sink and washed my face and my mouth.

I stared at my sickly reflection in the mirror. It was as if my morning sickness had gotten worse now that
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