I didn’t think my grandfather’s idea of punishment would be to lock me in my bedroom, I mean it’s so tacky and old school. I’m not some petulant child, I’m a growing adult who has every right to do what she pleases.
If only I could tell him this to his face.
“Alright, I’m here,” Katrina announces as she barges into my room, unconcerned that Candy had transferred herself to my room was just pulled out of her dream haze.
Letting out a sigh, I glare in annoyance and pat Candy’s back in reassurance before the poor thing closed her eyes once more.
Ever since she woke up she’s been constantly plagued by nightmares and terror; I have no idea what that psychotic bastard did to her but it’s been traumatizing her at every waking moment.
Which is why she's sleeping in my room. She didn’t wan
