After the creepy text I received that night, I couldn't sleep. I closed my eyes but started to open again, scanning my room, afraid that if I felt asleep, someone would came in my room then... I didn't dare to finish the sentence.
The next day, I felt like crap. I was exhausted and there were bags under my eyes. I couldn't concentrate at school or work with my current state and I almost gave the wrong order to the customer earning a glare from Mrs. Hardy.
After my shift, Sean came fetch me from the cafe. I showed him the text and his jaw was clenched, he grabbed the wheel so tight that his knuckles were white.
He didn't say anything afterwards but just drive through out town, probably to his house again and man, I was right. He quickly pressed the pass codes before the gate opened an
