My dad was gonna be gone from the house for a few day, wouldn't tell me where...
My iPod dinged with a text. It was from a friend on Instagram.
D: Rawr
R: Quackle
D: 😊❤️ What's up?
R: I just woke up. You?
D: I just heard my window break.
R: Call 911
D: Already did. I see him.
R: Any weapons?
D: He has a
The message just stopped right there.
R: Dakota?
D: If you want to hear from your friend again you're going to do what I say.
R: Who is this.
D: You're going to come to Texas. Bring it with you.
R: Dad
D: You have 6 hours.
R: What have you done to her.
D: Come to me. (Address)
R: You get the fuck away from her you fucking hear me. You fucking touch her and I'll fucking rip you to shreds. You do not fucking touch her. I'm gonna fucking kill you.
I put my iPod away, and ran out of my room, down the stairs, and out the door.
I woke up.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Book
Random"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
