Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0354

Abby

The next day passes by in a blur. I can’t bear to tell my friends about the call from the health

department; not yet, at least. Not until I know for certain.

My body feels heavy as I roll out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. It’s

already eleven in the morning, but I’ve only just woken up. I’m sure I look like a mess, too; my hair is

tangled, my eyes are surrounded by dark circles, and I’m in my disheveled pajamas. I’m just too

exhausted to care.

Maybe my exhaustion is exactly why, when I hear my doorbell ring, I don’t think twice. Rubbing my

eyes, I shuffle over to the door and swing it open.

And that’s when the microphone is shoved into my face.

“Abby! Why did you intentionally poison the guests at the Alpha gathering?”

My eyes widen as I take in the scene in front of me. There’s a reporter standing on my front step,

shoving a microphone at me. There are two cameramen behind her, and both cameras are trained on

me.

I shield my face from the unrelenting camera flashes and go to close the door, but the reporter has

shoved her foot in the doorway to stop it from closing. Surely this is illegal, right?

“Please leave,” I mutter, trying to nudge her foot out of the way. “Don’t make me call the police.”

“Abby, it’s just one question,” she replies without budging.

I sigh. At this point, I just want to do whatever it takes to get her to go away. “Look,” I say, “I didn’t do

anything intentionally. It was—”

The reporter cuts me off, immediately twisting my words. “So, you admit that your food was poisoned?”

My heart races. “No, that’s not what I meant. It wasn’t my—”

But the reporter persists, her voice raising. “Do you plan on confessing to your crimes? Or are you just

going to frame someone else for sabotage, like you did at the cook-off?”

“I didn’t—”

Before I can finish my sentence, the reporter continues to talk over me, the microphone inches from my

face, her words relentless. I can feel my world spiraling out of control as she continues to ask her

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Finally, I manage to shove her foot out of the way and slam the door shut. Without a moment’s

hesitation, I immediately rush through my entire house, closing blinds and curtains, double-checking

locks on windows and doors in a futile attempt to regain a semblance of safety and privacy.

Once I’ve sealed myself away from the prying eyes of the outside world, I sink down onto the couch,

my head buried in my trembling hands. The relentless intrusion has left me feeling violated and

powerless. I feel like an animal at the zoo, trapped and on display against my will.

Hours pass in suffocating silence. I manage to shower and drink my coffee, but not much else. I feel

like I’m on autopilot.

The news anchor’s voice is unforgiving as the clips of me from this morning are smattered across the

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“I knew Abby was guilty,” the other reporter, a woman, says with a shake of her head. She then looks

directly into the camera. “Abby, just fess up to your crimes. Trust us; it will be easier. Wouldn’t you

rather have a clear conscience?”

I can’t bear to listen any longer. I abruptly shut off the television, my hands trembling with anger.