He was in my house , in my room. To say he had given me a fright was an understatement. I thought when I saw someone with a baseball cap and black shirt that we were getting robbed. I had just managed to scrape myself off of the bathroom floor and had been coming upstairs to grab a blanket to get curled up on the settee. Planning to block the world out with films for the rest of the day. I can't go to work now. My mind is a mess. My chest hurts. Never did I suspect seeing the person that caused that pain was standing in my room. I was full on planning on messaging Uncle Tommy claiming a migraine.
His eyes were narrowed as he studied me. It made me feel a little self-conscious. Looking down at my clothes, I realized I looked a total mess right now. And he had yet to answer my question. I
