JESSICA BERKELEY.
Left and right, I turn on my bed uncomfortably. My mind is clouded with different thoughts... No, thoughts about the biker guy to be specific. I mean, I just feel so restless right now because here I am, housing a total stranger who might pose a threat.
I don't even know him. I can't verify if his identity card is authentic or not but all the same, I can't let him leave.
Earlier, he frightened me.. When he asked me to stop in his deep and hoarse voice, I thought he wanted to hurt me, threaten me or better still, reveal his true colors. But he says instead...
"There's a huge spider walking on your hair"
I almost yelled while the hairs on my body stood because the mere thought of having a spider walking on me irks me.
He took the spider off and disposed of it properly
