Sorry it’s so short…
“This is it Dean! I can’t take it anymore. I’m really starting to get freaked out,” Casidi greeted Dean when he came to pick her up for church.
“Baby, did it happen again?” His own confusion shown through those dark eyes.
Casidi merely gestured to her bedside.
Crossing the room in three strides, Dean bent over to inspect the typewriter.
“Are you messing with me Casi?” He asked, holding the pages between his thumb and his finger.
“No! I’m not freaking messing with you. Someone is messing with me!”
“Calm down, sweetheart. Where are the other pages?”
“They’re in my desk.”
Dean took a moment to read through the stack.
“This stuff really flows. Your dreams are intense.”
“I’ve never had a dream like this, Dean. And this has never happened. I want you to keep the typewriter in your dorm tonight. Please.”
“Of course. Now, come on if you still want coffee.”
“Please.” She mustered up a smile. Dean put his arm around her.
“What’s wrong?” He asked when she flinched. Casidi slipped her sweater off her shoulder to reveal the bruise.
“Who did that to you?!” His mood turned red.
“I did. In my sleep. Let’s just go.”
Dean hesitantly shut the door behind him. He didn’t like what was happening to his girlfriend. She was a mess. Hopefully getting the typewriter out of the dorm would be enough to calm her down.
Just as the door clicked shut, the window slid open.
“They’re going to move the typewriter. How are we going to monitor her if they take away that element?”
“Well we’ll have to figure out where the boyfriend lives.”