Chapter Twelve

I awoke to having slept on a sofa, with a blanket placed upon my body and the room was very warm.

The room smelt of Dante; I sat up quickly and frowned deeply.

Dante was sat in a chair playing some kind of game on silent, on his mobile. He seemed very relaxed.

He was wearing brown combat shorts and a light green tee shirt.

‘I do not understand?’. I muttered sadly.

He eyed me oddly and began laughing loudly.

‘Good Morning Scar’. He chuckled.

‘I said..’. I frowned.

‘I am very aware of what you just said’. He muttered, uncomfortably.

I sucked in an angry breath in response to his humour; Dante never wound me up.. so something must be going on with him.. I shook my head in response.. he would tell me what was going on eventually..

I could vaguely remember turning up here in tears.. Dante then having a makeshift bed made up on the sofa. I was drunk last night.. I came straight here in my weary state.