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"I'm trusting you on things. Trusting on you with everything I gave you. Everything. That necklace at the least."

I feel myself being layed down, hands being swiped away from my back. I groan and open my eyes to see Alex hovering over me, hands beside me placed on the bed.

"What happened?" I say as I get up, but he pushes me back down.

"You fell asleep on my shoulder in seconds. Go back to sleep." I look up at him and give him a scoul.

"I didn't even do shit today, and you want me to go back to sleep?" He squints his eyes and rolls them.

"If there is anything you want me to do, I will do it, but you are not going to get up and do shit around the house."

"You can't tell me not to do anything. It is my house by the way."

"Oh, I know." He gets up and walks over to my door. I get up and run up to him, but he gestures his hand out, stopping me, keeping me in my room.

"So your just going to keep me locked up in here?" I say to him, my arm crossed infront of my chest.

"Precisely," He says as he stares at me, listening.

"You can't lock me in here forever."

"Oh, watch me," He closes the door and holds it shut. I grab the door knob and try to bust it open, but he's to strong for me to open it. I hear nothing on the other side of the door, but I can feel his presence of him being there.

"Alex, what the fuck are you doing?" No response comes out of him. I sigh and stand there. No noise or nothing.

"What am I supposed to eat?" I say and turn my head.

"Eat yourself," He says, as I hear a snap on the other side, while he places something on the door knob.

"I'm not some kind of cannibal," I say as I lower myself down to the ground and peek under the door to his shadow standing there.

"It's not my problem," He says a she heads down the hallway, no longer seeing him standing there. I bang on the door before giving up and cussing out,"Shit."

I walk around, pacing, looking at everything around my room. Then my eyes land on Alex's bag.

"Let's see what else you're hiding," I whisper to myself, as I walk over to his bag, and kneel down. I unzip it and stick my hand inside to feel some random things. I take them out one by one.

Deodorant, colon, a pack of gum, mints, extra clothes...then I stick my hand deeper to feel...what the- I take out some kind of flask, with a red liquid inside.

"What the hell is this?" I turn it around to see something written on it,"10894780, WEWF."

I keep staring at it. Does it mean something?

"WEWF. What the hell does that mean?" I sigh and shake my head. Minutes later, I hear footsteps walking up the stairs and down the hallway. I panic and see all things scattered all over the floor. "Fuck," I say to myself and start rushing to pick everything off the floor and put it back in his bag, including the flask. I zip it up and scoot away from it, leaning against my bed. I see the door knob turn and the door finally swings open, seeing Alex's head pop in.

"What are you doing?" He says as he goes into my room, and closes the door behind him.

"Nothing..." I say, as he leans off the door, and walks over to my desk and looks at a family picture of me, my mom, and my dad, that he hasn't noticed before. I stare at him for possibly 2 minutes.

What else are you hiding from me?" He turns around the slightest bit, and puts the picture down. He stays quiet,"WEWF. Care to tell me what that means?"

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