Chapter 46 What Do You Think Of Saints?

• Skye knew it was a dream but that was the easy part. Waking was the harder one.
• He was in his room again, staring at six year old him hiding in the closet. He could tell his Mother was probably sniffing him out already. Astrid liked to do that a lot when she was drunk, hunt Skye down but he knew if he stayed long enough in the closet, she wouldn't find him because his smell would mix with the one of his clothes, and usually, she never did.
• Except at that moment, the door to the closet suddenly opened as his Mother's wild eyes glowed sadistically in the dark. "Found you."