Baker's POV

I could not believe I watched such things with this weird human being. I never realized just how many screws this girl had lost. How could this teenager have so much interest in a thirty minute movie where the kid fucks his own dad? That is not even the worst part. She has been talking about it nonstop. I do not think I'll be getting any sleep any time soon.

'No it's just, what about the wife? She's clearly traumatized. The girl's husband in love with his dad and then he just dies. I'm just trying to understand the wife and what she's going through.' She did not stop.

Wait, she is talking about the wife who is not even part of the actual plot?

'How come you're not that interested in the man's mental state?' I could not help my sudden curiosity.

'This entire thing was very focused on the man but all those involved in any traumatic event is affected. I'm talking about the casualties
Just because she was not directly involved does not mean it did not harm her in any way.' She thought deeply.

No answer.

We were both on the bed with me lying in a sleeping position and her, cross-legged. She leaned in, hovering over my face. My eyes were shut tight and I purposely made my breathing heavier.

'You asleep?' She pushed the hair from my forehead gingerly.

Retreating her hand, I could sense she had reclined against the wall connected to the bed. The rare deep pillow talk we sometimes have though were my favourite part of the thing we had but it was not the right moment especially since I was reminded of my past. I started feeling a tad bit guilty for using such methods to stop the debate we were about to have before she spoke again.
'Thank you for letting me stay,' she started.

'I'm hiding.' My body tensed. I sort of knew this was coming; she was after all a teenager. I congratulated myself for making a good decision of "sleeping".

Eagerly I waited for her to speak again but after sometime I came to the conclusion that was it for the night. Disappointed I peeked to see back facing me and her fast asleep.

I fixed my gaze at the ceiling and raised my head to put my hand underneath. I thought some more of what mess she got herself into and what would happen if they figured out that I'm involved with her. Whatever it was now was keeping me awake and my hands were itching to shake her awake to ask her what the fuck happened. At this rate I would not be prepared if her situation screwed me up. I am sure it was not as big as I am making it out to be. Remembering where we stood in each others' lives I dismissed my interest easily.

I can dream about absolutely nothing now.

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