I'm sore, I'm freaking sore, dammit this is torture. Why cant I move? What the heck is crushing me? Am I dead, omg I'm being suffocated.  So here I am trying to wriggle my way from under whatever is trying to kill me. "Will you stop moving so much?" I heard. "What  the fuck is going on, who the  hell are you, and why the fuck are you in my bed?!" I shouted. "Dammit I should've left before you got up" he mumbled, it's like I wasn't supposed to hear but I did. "Um did we do anything last night? Because I'm having a hard time remembering what happened after you showed up in my room" I said. "Yes we fucked, a lot actually all night long babe" he replied with a smirk. "Well don't be so cocky about it, because if you did a great job I  would've remembered" I remarked.  He just got up out the bed and stormed out of my room, he even slammed my door shut too. "Drama queen" I  snickered.  I got out of bed a couple minutes after and went to the bathroom to do my business.  My day consisted of surfing the internet for available jobs, but unfortunately no such luck. After promising myself to search again tomorrow I shut down the computer and went out exploring the house. Walking around for some time I came back to my room, but the one across from mine  (Dracula's room) was calling to me, it's like I felt drawn to it. So I did what any normal nosey person wouldve done. I went in.

Cliffhanger yasssssss😂😂