She was puzzled when she woke up groggily. All she could remember was walking past an alley by her house and then nothing. She opened her eyes or trie... too. Her heart began to race thudding in her chest. 'I'm blind!!!' Her mind yelled. Then she noticed a fabric across her eyes and realized she was just blindfolded, somehow this calmed her down just a little. That is until she tried to move her arms and legs and realized she was tied down. That was when she started to thrash and yell causing her. GET THAT PUSSY OUT HERE WITH YOU. YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING DISRESPECT ME LIKE THIS?" Tyler shouted from outside the door as he pounded into it. "What should we do?" Blonde boy whispered. "We?" I said laughing as I pulled my shirt on. I knew Tyler would never physically hurt me. He was a bad boy, but he had a soft heart when it came to me and made sure to always take care of me. But that didn't mean I wanted to stand around and listen to him bitch. I climbed on top of the toilet and opened a. "Okay," she replied quietly, her eyes still not meeting mine, then...I awoke after that feeling distinctly troubled, for these dreams were markedly different from those that came before. Why was I seeing these images now, and why were they so vivid? Were they merely informative like the earlier dreams, or was there more to them? Inez and I thought we had done a good job of securing the bottle. Was I, perish the thought, in danger of returning to the original timeline?As I pondered those. I walked her to my car and helped her in. She again smirked at me as she made sure that the dress rode up so that I could get another glimpse of her bush. I leaned in and said, "You really are quite the slut, aren't you?"She smiled back and said, "But I'm your slut." For now," I replied, and her smile faltered a little bit.We drove in silence for a few minutes until we reached our destination. As I helped her out of the car, she said, "Why are we here? I just got my hair cut last week? Are we.