After sending the last text I finish my coffee, wash my face in the kitchen sink and go upstairs to creep in beside J. I am still feeling very uneasy and nauseous. Why? I have no idea, but I am. Something is not quite right. I try to shake off all the negative thoughts and relax but in vain. I keep drifting in and out of sleep. Suddenly the doorbell wakes me up. I turn around to look at J, and he is still sound asleep. I decide not to wake him up and go downstairs to see who is bothering us at this hour. It's four in the morning! Brave of me? Isn't it :p Ha-ha!
Well, my intuition serves me right. I open the door to see a pair of evil green eyes staring into mine. I freak out for a moment but gather myself quickly.
"what do you want at this hour?''
I go straight down to business. I don
