The good cookies.

“Could it be your most childish?” I asked him overwhelmed, while frowning.

“Go to sleep.” He orders me, while I start to shake.

“S-sleep? Here?..”Not even I could imagine such things.

“You can stay with the homeless guy outside, but it will be more comfortable to stay here.” He also looks bewildered, as he listens to someone talking.

“You're acting sweet.” I tell him moving my mouth. “It's strange.” I muttered as I felt a shiver pass through my body.

“Miss Jefferson, take advantage of me being nice to you, so come up.” He pointed to the long wine-colored stairs. I slowly go up each of them, to find three wooden doors, and he points out the first one, which is white.

“That's my room, I'm not allowed to enter it.” He tells me, tapping me in the face. “That one.” He points to the red door. “It's the bathroom.” Then he points to the last one, which is chocolate-colored.

"That's the guest room, you'll sleep there."

I nod my head, he just growls and pushes me towards them.

Upon entering thi