I woke up really hungry the next day and really late to, like past noon late.
My stomach growled and honestly I think I wouldn’t have woken up when I did if my stomach hadn’t been hurting from lack of food.
I sat on the foot of my bed and memories of my nightmare came rushing back in my head.
My dad had tried to strangle me to kill me, but somehow Alan had stopped him. I was a bit disturbed by the dream because it had felt so real I’m almost convinced that it had really happened.
I shook my head to rid that thoughts and went to the bathroom to do my business. I changed to one of the shirt I got from Dylan, it fitted to me like a glove. I put on the pants I also got from him before walking out the door.
I stepped out my room the same time Alan was walking passed the hallway. He reac
