Anthony.
Jerking myself up from the bed, I squirted my eyes all over again, feeling tired enough my entire body.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I cleared out my throat, standing on my feet then headed to the mirror. The mark around the lower nape of my neck was very much visible.
Bridget wouldn’t like this, well unless it worked. I quickly grabbed my clothes that I had found on the floor, wore it over my head before rushing out of the room.
Only by going closer to someone, then I will know if it has worked. I don’t really want to keep my hopes high when there is a huge chance that it hasn’t.
As I walked towards down the stairs, I saw Bridget walking up. She had a stern smile on her face, which said a lot of on how she had began her morning. “What are you doing here?” I questioned,
