Slightly angst.
I puffed in the air and tapped the cigarette in the stool, while looking at the hundred lifeless bodies in front of me.
I looked at my hands that were covered in blood as my clothes smelled like trash.
"You look stressed," Savannah pointed out as she drank another sip from the beer.
"He's back."
She tilted her head in confusion, "Who's back?" She asked and took another sip.
"My dad." I bluntly said and she choked the beer that she drank a few seconds ago.
"Hey what!?"
"I saw him in our date, he was staring at me," I looked back at her with a stoic face as I dropped the cigarette on the floor before stepping onto it.
"What are you gonna do!? We need a plan! I ran away from you from that far away place and took you here so how he's able to find you!? Oh, god!
