Monster 17

Angela

He couldn't be serious? Could he? I glanced around the cramped, drab room and I couldn't help the frown that crinkled my forehead. There were boxes everywhere overflowing with God knows what and a musty smell in the air. Like the windows had not been opened in a very long time. Apart from the boxes, there was a bed pressed up against the wall and a dresser - that was it.

And Monster expected me to stay there?

“You can't be serious?”

Monster shot me a look. His face mirrored the frown on mine. “What's wrong with it?” There was a note of defensiveness in his voice. I fought back the urge to ask him what was right with it. He seriously couldn't be asking me to stay there. Even his boxy room back at the clubhouse was better than where we were standing. Cleaner, more specious. The room he had shown me to was more like a cell than anything else. I half expected to find a sink and a metal toilet in the corner once I started moving all the boxes.

“Once we move out the boxes and you giv