#Chapter 31: Home…Sweet Home?

A chill went down my spine at Elena’s words. Some people say things like that but don’t actually mean it. Elena Sheffield, however, was a woman of her word. I’ve seen her seek vengeance on others for far less. I suddenly felt very nauseous. Elena strutted away and I booked it to the bathroom. I locked myself in the first stall and took several deep breaths. I looked at the toilet. Was there anything grosser than throwing up in a public restroom? I could barely bring myself to even sit on a toilet, much less put my face that close to where others’ rear ends have been. Oh, I had to stop that train of thought. That was making the nausea worse. I closed my eyes and actively turned the voice in my brain off until the feeling subsided. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” I muttered. “Hazel?” I heard Maria’s voice from outside my stall. “Oh, Maria!” The sound of her voice made the dam burst. Tears and snot that had been pent up for days just immediately began flowing d