Chapitre 22: [22] SHE WANTS TO TALK
In my mind, all I could see were blank images of someone. The person's eyes piercing deeply in my slightly closed eye.
Fuck if this were to be real, I'm going to swat the person's ass for doing that shit. I sigh in my sleep. For a second I thought I was being watched like pregnant Becky said she felt they were being watched in THE TALL GRASS movie I saw before I dozed after the long day I spent with Mike.
I rolled around to the other side of my bed and this time I wasn't being watched but there's a light tap on my skin. I roll around. "Clara what the fuck!". I groan with my eyes barely open. Almost pushing Clara with my legs.
"You alright?". Clara asks and places her hand on my forehead with her other hand on her forehead.
"What are you doing?" I say through gritted teeth and take my phone that lays beside me after I fell asleep to check the time. "6:00 pm". I groan.
"You've got no idea how you were making weird noises and at the same time rolling around your bed! Were you fighting with one of your lovers or something?.
"I'm fighting with your ass! Now get the hell off my bed! Before I swat your ass as I planned on doing". I laugh and grab the blanket beside me to cover my head with the intent of going back to sleep.
"Hey! Come let's go to Tacha... She wants to talk now". Clara says and I quickly pull the blanket off my head.
"Seriously?. I ask and she nods. We better hurry before she changes her mind. I groaned and climbed off my bed while Clara followed behind. We walked down the hallway to Tacha's room. I pray she talks now if not I would be forced to open her mouth for her.
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