Eighty seven

"Yes, I can do that." I reply as he passes right by my side and tosses the empty beer into the bin.

"You can stay in any room of your liking." My house is yours. He says.

I know I should be grateful for that but I still feel the disrespect on his tongue. I accept his kindness so I cannot raise it up. Later, after staring at the bottle of beer, thinking of what he said about getting married tomorrow.

I finally get up on my feet to rest in one of the rooms he said I could choose from.

I'm not sure where the rooms are but I go upstairs and there are a few room on the left and right halls. At the end of the hall, there is one that looks unique and I began to head there with no luggages, no nothing...just empty handedly.

I slowly open the door, the room is dark and I need to find the switch to see what it actually looks like. The door shuts and that cuts off all the lighting that the passage gave it. My hands cannot even find the door knob and I feel a movement in the room.

"My scent catch