After I finally calmed down I could think calmly again, this madman act was so out of character for me I swear It was only happening because my phone is gone like I need it not only cause I'm an addict but mainly because there is a lot of import shit in there ok?

It's not the fear of someone looking through it cause man, I wanna see who have the guts to challenge me and try to go through the security system I programmed myself, like boy fight me if you have the guts, it's more like a fear of having to do it all over again you know? Like I saved so much on that phone that I don’t really want to lose it.

Anyway, I start looking like for the million time around just that this time I was calm enough to actually judge the situation.

Ok so there was the king-size bed in the middle of the room where I was sleeping before, next to it there was a bedside table with two locked drawers, a big carpet a locked window with a view to a fucking huge garden and a smaller door leading to the bathroom, that trust me was emptier than this room.

Fucking bullshit at least lock me with something to do!

Then I looked again at my clothes I was wearing a bottom-up long white shirt tucked into a black with red flowers dress pants and a dress shoe, in short, I was choking to death, where is my favorite crop top give it back!

Oh and like a shit tone of accessories from neckless to earing to rings like man, I look like a fucking rich brat.

But man it's useless there is nothing in here!!! Oh shit, wait I think I hear a noise outside the door.

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