Faith
Shit.
Gazing about me I slowed my pace. I needed to get my bearings. Every corridor looked the same, and I hadn’t paid much attention as to where Dillon was leading me. I had been to busy trying to keep up with his long legged gait.
Why was this place such a maze? I mean who in their right mind made their home thing meandering? How was you meant a god damn thing? Left your shoe somewhere? You may as well wave it goodbye. Lost your room? May as well wave that good bye as well because there wasn’t a chance in hell you were going to find it without help.
A chance in hell.
The thought made my steps falter. I was actually in hell. It was much easier to accept my new reality when Dillon was nearby. He really was kind of sweetie, even if sometimes he acted like a giant douche. Like he
