JP
It had been two days since the encounter with Charlotte.
Elle said going to my city would be really dangerous for us.
I couldn’t deny the validness of her point, even though I was growing more impatient by the day. But as Elle said, we still had hope because I was still alive, and Charlotte most probably was not the one holding my body.
Her mum was on nightshift today, so she suggested we invited Elle’s best friend Pricilla to spend the night with us.
I didn’t know how that should make me feel but, I’d never been in any way attracted to her so it's fine. Elle wasn’t a party girl, this would have been a good opportunity for her and her friend to go knock themselves out in a club. I could never suggest that, she would rip my head off my body. Or her head off her body, it’s still not
