NovelGoldChapter 394 A loud crash split the air-her phone shattered against the floor.
Rosita dropped to a crouch, clutching her head, a piercing scream ripping from her throat.
She was seventeen again: blood, pain, those nightmarish memories flashing before her eyes- "Lauren, I hate you! I hate you!" Her screams were raw, guttural, as she yanked at her own hair, desperate for any sensation to drown out the chaos in her mind. But the pain from her scalp barely scratched the surface of her unraveling nerves.
She jerked her head up, wild eyes darting around the room.
Suddenly, she lunged toward the bar. Her hands closed around a vase, and she hurled it to the floor with all her strength.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSmash! Porcelain exploded, shards skittering across the hardwood.
A feverish light flickered in Rosita's eyes. She darted over, snatched up a jagged piece, and dragged it across her forearm.
"Rosita!" Daisy's shriek cut through the madness as she rushed over, grabbing Rosita's wrist. But she was too late. Crimson poured from the wound, spilling down Rosita's arm.
Rosita just laughed a high, twisted sound. "Fun, isn't it? So much fun!" Her eyes widened, her stare locked on the blood streaming from her arm. She looked almost electrified.
Daisy's hands trembled as she clung to Rosita. She'd never seen her like this, never imagined she could be so... unhinged.
"Rosita, please—please, calm down. You have to stop-" Rosita's head lolled to the side. Her expression shifted in an instant; tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the blood on her skin.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear, I didn't mean it. Please-I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Please, forgive me..." Daisy could only stare, stunned.
What on earth is happening? Before she could react, Rosita's eyes rolled back. She collapsed, limp as a rag doll, and hit the floor with a dull thud.
"Rosita!" Rosita had passed out. Daisy was too scared to call emergency services right away.
Instead, she phoned Bill.
Bill arrived at the hotel minutes later, a private doctor in tow.
The doorbell rang. Daisy, keeping watch by Rosita's bedside, Set to answer wrist only to feel her grabbed from behind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe spun around. Somehow, Rosita had woken up.
"Rosita!" Daisy tried to ease her back down. "Don't move. I called Bill-he brought a doctor with him." Rosita's face darkened. "I don't need a doctor! Go tell Bill I'm fine. Tell them both to leave." "But your arm-your cut hasn't even been cleaned. I just tied a scarf around it to stop the bleeding..." Rosita glanced at her injury. "It's nothing. Just a scratch. I can wont
Daisy hesitated, but she trusted om Rosita without question. "Okay. I'll go. Just... try not to get worked up." She left the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
At the entrance, she opened the door to find Bill waiting, poised to cinside.
Daisy blocked his way. "Bill, it's alright. I overreacted and scared everyone for nothing. I'm so sorry." Bill studied her, frowning. "She's really alright?" Daisy nodded emphatically. "She is. Really." "Alright," Bill relented. "Her moods have been pretty unstable lately. Stay close to her." "I will." Bill and the doctor turned to leave. They parted ways outside the hotel.
Bill climbed into his car, dialed a number, and spoke quietly: "Mr. Seven, Rosita refused to let the doctor examine her. I'm starting to think she's hiding something about her health."
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