** ZOEY’S POV **
After the way he spoke to me, there is no way I am going to stay here and listen to him and I was not going to let Kyra into persuading me to stay here any longer. I threw my suitcase on the bed and started piling my clothes into it. I had locked my door just in case Kyra barges in and convinces me to stay instead of leaving. I sighed looking at my luggage before zipping my suitcase close. I checked the room once more to see if I forgot to pack anything before leaving. With my trolley in tow, I climbed down the stairs and found Kyra humming while chopping the vegetables.
I tried to hide my suitcase before she could see it but failed as she caught me hiding the suitcase behind the couch “Why are you down with your luggage in tow?” She literally stabbed the chopping board
