Laurel leaves her all alone with her men.
When Cassian had found her, right before those men were to do something really bad to Elodie, and takes her to the hospital.
And that was the day when Cassian starts mentally torturing Laurel with his words and actions, even though he never raised his hands on her or ever abused her, but he did always made sure to remember her, that how his heart only belonged to one woman...Elodie west...
And those words alone were enough to ruin the wicked, fearless Laurel who would go insane and began having anxiety attacks...just because Cassian used to tell her that he loved someone ... That was just not her.
I shuddered at the thought...and once again I was going to be sent there but this time with a different reason...but the results were scaring me.
But nothing will happen, because this party is not for me it's for Ayla, nothing will happen, hopefully nothing will.
Because I am not the same Laurel, in fact I'm not even Laurel, I am Sarah, someone who wants to change everything.
I had spent most of the day with Cecily and it was almost 6 p.m, I hadn't even realised how fast the time passed when I was with her, and I would say... that these were the first couple of hours I spent without stressing over the plot of the novel and fate of Laurel.
And it did feel a little bit better.
Day after tomorrow is Monday, and it's my interview, and on Friday night, it's Ayla's welcome party.
After having my dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, I went to the bedroom and got ready to sleep, but as yesterday night, I couldn't fall asleep again, ever since I had came into this world I couldn't fall asleep directly unlike my real self, it used to fall asleep the second my body got in a comfortable position and now even trying to fall asleep feels difficult.
I kept staring at the ceiling, and I couldn't even realise when and how my mind had started thinking about Luca, that hug; he looked so worried when the lift door opened and the way he hugged me.
My cheeks started to Burn and I felt a weird ticklish feeling in my lower belly, my heart pounding loud.
My mind was continuously flashing those moments in my eyes when he calmed me, his soothing voice running in my mind.
Breathe with me Laurel, just like that...
And I was so into those thoughts, when I had fallen asleep, with smile plastered over my lips –a sweet and happy smile on my lips–
The next day, I spent more than my half day on the interview preparations, every point noted not only on a journal but even in my phone.
Because from now on, everything I learn and have to do is going to be something others will see, and that's going to be crucial.
The whole living room was a mess, with papers, laptop, and every other thing, I was using to make myself ready for the interview, and now just one thing was left to do.
My introduction, even though I had settled with Laurel's body, her personality, and even her identity, I still couldn't make her identity my own, it felt like I was trying to kill myself to let someone else live, and maybe I was doing it.
And I hated it!
The personality, the identity that I thrived for my whole life, I hated giving up on it like this... I didn't wanted to, but I had to.
Scribbling on a paper, I was writing down the whole introduction I would be giving Infront of the interviewers.
After a decent introduction, I had explained my degree, my hobbies, my talents.
And the paper right in front of was a masterpiece, but a paper filled with mostly lies, the only thing that was true, was, that I am best at cooking.
My eyes again and again went through the paper, checking if there is any mistake in it, but thankfully there wasn't any.
Thank god!
I let out a sigh of relief and began reciting it, until I had it all printed in the back of my mind.
"My name is Laurel Miller, and I'm the daughter of Logan Miller...."
I kept reading it over and over again, until my throat was dry as a desert.
Finally, I have it all mugged up now!
Tossing the paper aside I leaned my back on the couch closing my eyes
I let out a sigh of relief, and picked up the phone, opening it and began using it, social media...then some messages of some girls...and then ...there it was.
Message by an unknown number.
Hello, doctor.
Just that, and even that message was sent hours ago, maybe I didn't see it because I was busy with work.
Whatever the reason was.
Why was this message here –who sent it? Laurel? But...why would she? Maybe she wants to talk.
No– quit overthinking Sarah! It might be a trap! Or not even a trap, just some wrong number!
Yeah, just some wrong number.
Without replying to that message I closed my phone and kept it aside, what the heck is even happening now?
Day one, when I came here, I found out, that Katherine is not the biological mother of Kalix and Laurel Miller, and that Kalix knew that I- Laurel likes his best friend.
Day two, I found the letter written by Laurel to me, in which it was apparently told that, Laurel knew her life is in danger so that's why she is going to leave, and she even knew that someone else will came and take her place, be her substitute.
And the one who told her about this was, that strange woman, god knows who she is and how she knows everything that is going to happen in this world, and I talked to Kalix about shifting elsewhere.
And the rest of the week was spent by me, trying to talk to Kalix and fix things between us.
Everything I had done, or I had gotten to know about, just when I used to think that they were finally making sense, something new and different used to take place and change the full scenario, bringing me back to point zero.
There were many changes too, in this world, many things were different...
I checked the clock, there was still much time remaining, that means, I can plan!
I took the diary of Laurel that I had found in her room and began writing all the differences, that I had found in this novel.
The scribbling sound, everytime I wrote a word on the journal was the only thing that could be heard in the entire living room.
The balcony door that was opened, let cool breezy air in the room, While I sat there on the couch, my legs beneath my butt, a cushion on my lap and the journal over it while I wrote on it.
1. The Millers were a happy and loving family; but here, it's a family filled with toxicity.
2. Katherine Miller is not the real mother of the Kalix Miller and Laurel Miller.
3. Katherine was very hateful towards Laurel, and had hurt her many times in this world.
4. Cassian Valor, who was an orphan in the novel, not only has a cousin but even a sister, who has just given birth.
5. Kalix had known about Laurel's feelings towards Cassian from day one.
6. Kalix was the type of person, who had never even hurt his little sister with words, but in this world he did hurt her, not just by words, but even hands.
While writing the last point, my chest tightened a little, by just thinking about how he had grabbed my arm that day, and because I had helped someone give birth.
Maybe I did get a lot used to his kindness and the elder brother feeling and love I had felt from him, I should've stopped right then and there when he had ruffled my hair while sitting in the car, or maybe before that.
When he wrapped his coat around my trembling and drenched body.
One of those times, I should have stood back, taken a step or two away from him, told him no, explained to him that I didn't need him, maybe then it would've hurt less?
In the beginning it was just shock that I felt whenever something different from the plot used to happen, but now instead of shock, frustration was what I had been feeling.
Because wrapping up all the things around my head, all at a singular time was very difficult.
And then on top of all that, the constant fear of being watched had resided in me, that never left me alone, following me everywhere I went... Always.