K I A R A
My head was pounding. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut.
I was lying on a bed. The sheets were rough against my skin.
I finally managed to open my eyes and a gasp escaped my lips. I was back in a place I thought I'd never see again.
Nolan's old bedroom. The room we shared while I endured his narcissism. The same pack that had made me feel worthless and showed me hell.
"Finally awake, are we?"
I turned my head towards the voice. Lyra was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, a smug look on her face.
The momeries of last night came flooding down. It wasn’t just a bad nightmare. I was really back to this place.
"Why am I here? What do you want?" I asked, my throat dry.
"We want what's rightfully ours," Lyra said, her voice dripping wi
