Chapter 7
I have no idea what time it is when the knock comes. I rub my eyes groggily and drag myself from the bed. Before I make it to the door, it opens. The wide-eyed face of Candy pops into my room.
“Hey, lover girl.” She grins at me.
“Candy, what time is it?” I growl.
Instead of answering, she swings open the door and grabs my wrist, which catches me off guard, causing me to stumble forward. Did I mention crazy people are crazy strong? Well, they are, so take note of that if you are ever faced off with a deranged psychopath.
“It’s time to live,” she cackles over her shoulder. I realize then that Candy is having one of her high moments. They never end well. Not just because she is liable to do anything in these states of euphoria, but because after the high comes the inevitable fa
