As coincidence would have it, he is new here too, and lives just under her place. She puts down the milk gallon she carries. Polite thanks, a few more...words are exchanged, and a good bye with a promise of a tomorrow. The night now is disturbed as the dream returns to haunt her, to awake in her something which felt almost inhuman. The days, as mundane as ever, go by. It is a Sunday, the window is open, and the curtain barely sways in the early breeze of spring. Faith sits quietly reading and is. She went to my dad’s house with me for Christmas, with the promise to her parents that my dad would ensure we were in separate rooms. He did not care in the least bit, deciding instead to slip me a condom because, “Atta boy!”We only came out of the room to go to the bathroom and to eat. We spent three nights up and that one condom wasn’t going to cover it. She was on birth control though, and I was still stupid, so we just decided to fuck it. And fuck it we did.The final night before dropping. You knew moving out into the suburbs was a mistake as soon as you signed the papers. But "Jace Tyreson never backs away from a fight," or so you keep telling yourself. House arrest isn't so bad, you try to tell yourself. Your food is delivered to you on time, the TV and computer work, and for the most part, your needs are pretty much taken care of for you. At least you don't need to wear one of those garish ankle monitors. Still, the situation itself is an insult.Maybe you could've seen this. I took off my wet shirt and started to dry the top half off when Joann asked her brother, who was about my size if I could borrow some dry clothes. George just laughed mumbling that we should have left sooner and Joann and I both blushed despite trying not to. Thankfully no one noticed and I followed George into his room and changed, thanking him and told him I would clean them before I returned them. I said my good byes and Joann said she would walk me to my truck. I told her that her brother.