Penelope's POV
After two years..."You know, I hear that all the time. The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back..."
"What are you doing over there? Turn off the radio." Elda kicked the door open and slumped onto the couch.
A strong smell of alcohol hit my nose. I turned off the radio and got to my feet. "You're drinking again?"
"What? If you can't bring me the dreamer, just shut the fuck up."
I scowled. "You'll die if you keep taking morphine like this."
The so-called dreamer Elda meaned was nothing but morphine. Yes, Elda was a morphine addict.
"Who the hell cares?! Stop talking shit or fuck off!" Elda suddenly yelled madly and tossed a pillow in my face.
"But I care!" I retorted, snatching up the weapon and running fiercely to Elda, "I care about you!"
