So much had happened to me and my son in the past few weeks. First, some creep is after my son for some reason, and now, some other creep wants me and some two strangers, who for some reason I trust, dead. Who did I cross, why is my life a movie suddenly? Now am sitting here in my kitchen, feeding these hit-men while my son is in the next room sleeping. I guess this is what “between a rock and a hard place ” means. Looking at the two people eating my food is rather calming, am just surprised they haven’t said a word to me since I started cooking. Maybe I should try and let them say what they have to. Looking over at Jade, I notice she is giving Preston death glares and for some reason, I find that hella cute. Preston on the other side is trying as much as he can to avo
