"DEAN! DEAN! MOTHERFUCKER! WAKE UP!" Andre was shaking Dean's body vigorously to wake him up from his sleep.
Dean wiped his eyes with his hands as he grabbed the phone on the side of his bed. He looked at the phone, it was 11:00 P.M. Why would Andre wake him up this late? Dean absolutely had no idea about it.
"Dude… This is bloody eleven. Let me sleep in peace," Dean closed his eyes again as he put his phone away.
Andre pulled Dean out of his bed and he landed right in the carpet in the middle of the room. Dean immediately stood up and grabbed his phone from his bed. What was so urgent in the middle of the night?
"Andre, man, c'mon, let me sleep. What's the matter?"
"LOOK!" Andre put his phone on top of his eyes. Dean couldn't read at the text that Andre showed. What was it about?
"What's wrong with the text?" Dean asked.
"AVELINE WANTED TO KILL HIMSELF! We need to go!" Andre shook Dean's body.
"Go where?"
"Almara Island Northern View, can you head there?"
