Another Run Away

being smashed with a news paper

I woke up panting and I come to a conclusion that my nightmare has given me a cold sweat throughout the night.

Lord.

I haven't had one of those dreams in so long. I think the last time I had one of those dreams was the night before mum left. I knew she was leaving so I am now thinking I get my nightmares when I bottle up a lot of emotion.

I shivered as I woke up and I doubt it was because of the cool breeze from the ventilation system that was hiding in the corner of the room. I look over at the clock - 10.48 am

"Crap, crap, crap, crap" I muttered to myself.

So far my New Year's resolution of 'being happy', 'fixing my body clock' and 'making friends' is not going to plan. Like seriously why do I keep making those stupid resolutions anyway? Its not like I will remember what they are in a years' time.

I fix the blankets on my bed and gape in awe at my room once again, this room is the size of three of the dorm rooms.

I cry on the inside as I shut the door on the room and make my way into the corridor and up the stairs that Bailey stormed up last night.

"Bailey." I yell. "Are you awake?" I yell a bit louder as I open the only door on this floor.

"Well I am now" He grumbles" Have you ever heard of knocking? Why are you still here?" he yells through under his covers.

"Because I'm the new kid and I have nowhere else to go." I dead pan once again.

"And remind me why that's my problem."

"Because you walked me to your house after you got me kicked out of my own dorm room by your girlfriend."

"I don't have a- this isn't my- oh yeah now I remember."

"So what do you want me to do again?" he groans, lifting his head from his pillow.

"Just take me home."

"I don't get up until noon." He replied, "beauty sleep."

"Beauty sleep my ass." I laugh

"Just help yourself to the fridge, no one else should be home."

"Who else lives here?"

"SHHHHHH Sleeping." He replied turning away from me and pulling his blanket over his head.

"I'm serious you know, I don't want to be walking around when there could be a suspect for an axe murderer around."

"No one else is home Its okay."

"Bailey list-" but he cut me off with his fake snoring. Shaking my head I walked out of his room and walked back into the room that I slept in last night.

"Who are you?" a smaller, plump, older lady asked me with a slight frown.

"Um, I'm Trinity."

"No, No dear I want to know who you are in relation to Mr Bailey." She said in a hushed tone as she ushered me out of the room and into the kitchen.

"I'm well-"

"Annalise didn't I ask you not to disturb any of my guests while I'm here?" A very shirtless Bailey asked.

"Yes well, Mr Bailey."

"Just bailey remember I told you"

"Yes well okay Mr Bailey but we do not support prostitution in this house." I gasped as the words left her mouth.

"With all due respect, whoever you are. I am not a prostitute and did not ask for money."

"Well did you receive money last night." She pressed.

"NO! I didn't, oh my god why are you even asking me this? Is that the norm in this house hold?"

"Annalise please stop bombarding my guest regarding her sex life, how she makes her income for her services is her business." He snickered but I guess Annalise did not get his sarcasm as she found the closest thing to her (Which was in fact a newsletter) and began to hit me with it until I was forcefully shoved out the front door.

A few minutes after the door was slammed in my face by a short older lady it opened to reveal a smirking Bailey.

"Couldn't stay away?" he teased.

"The only reason I am here is because I need a ride home, I have no idea where I am." I said coldly.

"All in good time, let me buy you lunch first." I death glared him, "To apologise." He said as he brushed past me and got into his car.

And I reluctantly followed, a free feed is a free feed.