Life: The Beast Returns

The last time we were here. Jake had just beaten me up bad and I was in the hospital. And a doctor offered to help me. Let's continue.

 Doc: Ok, now what?

Trish: You're going to help me up outta this bed and we're going to get out of here.

Doc: I'm sorry, but we can't go anywhere.

Trish: You offered now help me out of this bed.

Doc: Fine.

Doc helped me out of the bed and we got in his car and sped off.

Trish: Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.

Doc: You're welcome.

And I sat back and just dosed off. I was sleeping peacefully until i felt the doctor nubbing me to wake up.

Doc: Hey do you have a relative, that I can take you to.

Trish: No, he stopped me from talking to me family when we were still in high school.

Doc: Well, is there anywhere I can take you.

Trish: Do you have a wife?

Doc: No, why?

Trish: Because we're going to your house.

Doc: What?

Trish: We're going to your house. Now let's go.

Doc: Fine.

Doc took us to his house.

Trish: Wow, you have a nice house.

Doc: Thank you.

Trish: Uh, is there somewhere  I can lay my baby down.

Doc: Sure you can lay him down in that bedroom down the hall.

Trish: Thanks.. I'll be right back.

I went to lay my baby down and when i came back he had turnt on the lights and his house lit up like the fourth of july.

Trish: Wow! I'm impressed.

Doc: So, do you want to talk about it?

Trish: Not really.

Doc: Ok, cool.

Trish: Well, if you're going to beg. I might as well gone head and tell yhu.

Doc: Ha ha. I almost lol'd you.

Trish: O, and the doc strikes back.

Doc: My name is Andrew.

Trish: What?

Doc: My name is Andrew. You never asked.

Trish: Oh, well I think I like Doc better.

Andrew: Now, grab your drink and come with me.

Trish: Where are we going?

Andrew: Just grab your drink.

He didn't come off as the wrong type to me so I just followed him.

Trish: Why in the hell are we on the roof.

Andrew: I just figured. Since you're going to be living here I should show you the best place in the house.

Trish: It is beautiful. 

Andrew: I know. This is where I use to come and just let go.

Trish: USE 

Andrew: Yeah, after my parents died. I just felt as if there was no need for it.

Trish: Why?

Andrew: My parents we're thrown off top of a building by their landlord.