Chapter 9 Payback

• I was making a mess at my studio, I couldn't sleep after fucking with Anthony an hour ago. So that was when I woke up and decided to paint.
• It has been the same since I was five. A couple of nights a week they would come to me, and I would be so scared of them. I still remembered all the mornings that I spent drawing in the corner. But it made me feel so much better afterward. I saw entities, then I need to draw to forget about them and to release my fears.
• I was still wearing his shirt when my paints fell all over the place. I was picking it up when Anthony came into the studio. And I grinned at him like a child caught stealing from a candy store. He was looking sleepy, half-naked, and fuck worthy.