Liam

Pamela:

After work today, I went home straight, and as soon as I got home, I noticed that the apartment looked different. It was like someone or something had gotten into it.

The fan to my bedroom was turned on and the lights were on too. I could bet on anything or swear that I turned them off. Walking further to the kitchen I noticed that the gas was hot, and there was a used plate.

"I must be out of my mind," I said out loud then I walked over to the living room, and sat down on the couch.

Maybe Royal came around, I thought. Then I pulled out my phone to call him.

"Hey, did you come to my apartment or send anyone over to my apartment?" I asked.

"No," he replied.

"Because everything seems different," I said.

"I didn't come to your apartment and I'm really tired from work can we have this conversation later?" He asked, and I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at it in shock with my face scrunched up.

Was he avoiding me? I had suddenly turned to a plaque. How was this going to w