Eighty One

May’s POV

The loud banging jolted me from a restless sleep I didn’t even realized I was in, my body protesting. Damn, it was aching from the cold, hard floor I had collapsed on hours before.

How in the world had I ended up sleeping on the floor right here at the door when I had only remembered crying as if my life depended on the tears that were coming?

My back ached with a dull, persistent throb, and a groan slipped through my lips as I struggled to stand. Damn, not even that was easy.

I heard the banging against my door again and I furrowed my brows in confusion. At the rate whoever it was was banging against the door, one would think I was owing them a shitload of money. Except, I don’t have debtors. I hated being in debts, and so far, I had avoided it.

If it wasn’t my stepfather’s debtors tracking me down here, then I had nothing to worry about.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming! Don't break down the door!" I shouted, my voice laced with annoyance and fatigue. It was only after the words ha