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/Tracy's POV/ I was restless when I tried to sleep the previous night and couldn't...I knew after my little fight with Chris there was absolutely no way I could get over it and just fall asleep without thinking. I did try to look unaffected by his sudden actions but I couldn't help it. I wanted to keep it off my mind and pretended everything was fine but I couldn't, after a moment of trying to find the right sleeping position and found none, I stood and move downstairs to grab some water when I recalled Stacy said she'd be down in the laundry room. My sister hate being in the dark about my matters and going down to to her in the laundry room means I was ready to solve my s**t so I stayed in the sitting room and stared blankly at the ceiling wondering which condition I had left Chris after