I'm tired. More tired than I was the other night. Although prideful Isaac is interesting, I would much... much... prefer softer Isaac. I mean, I'm not hurt or anything, but damn... I'm pretty sure Isaac was able to feel everything I was feeling just like how I was able to.
"V-V-V-Viola! Please! Release me! I think I'm about to be killed!"
As the sunlight hits my eyes and the frantically scared plea for help rings through my ears, I slowly open my eyes to find me laying on Isaac. Upon seeing his terrified expression, I turn around and see Michael and the twins seething. On the other hand, Delic is nowhere to be found. I was actually surprised that she left me alone with Isaac when I agreed to let Isaac stay with me. Knowing her, she probably set this up to have Isaac found in my bed out of spite.
"Are you guys going to react like that every time you see someone on the bed with me?" I ask, rubbing my eyes as I sit up on the bed.
