"Your mom?"
"Yeah, duh. Do you think I live alone?"
He stood up in a swift and dragged me along with him as we went down the stairs.
I tripped a couple of times while he took sharp turns. He was too fast to keep up with and besides, don't blame me I had tiny legs.
I didn't worry, he always had a way of picking me up before I fell else it'll be a game of trips and smacks.
I didn't know how but he happened to know all the way to every single room even with the fact they all looked alike.
Really, it made me feel like I was walking past the same place repeatedly.
After a minute or two of feeling like a puppet in Dylan's hand, we got to a kitchen.
The first thing I noticed was a little girl. She was wearing a pink dress and glittery shoes with purple hair clips adorni
