Soft knocks sound from my window and I’m getting a sense of deja vu here. I look at the clock and it reads 3 AM. I blink a couple times and wipe my eyes to get rid of the sleep. Peeking behind my curtain, I see Amelia standing there, her hair’s a mess and a short red dress hugs her body. I furrow my eyebrows and open my curtains.
“Lukas,” She whines as I open the window, “I—you need to help me,” Amelia looks behind her and lets the thin strap of her dress slide down her arm. She did the same thing when I broke it off, got shitfaced drunk and showed up to my house in a piece of cloth.
“Come to the front door,” Shutting the window and curtains, I walk to the door and Amelia’s standing there waiting for me. She walks in and leads the way into the dark kitchen. I flick on the lights and she
