AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 I woke up gasping. My heart was racing. I could barely breathe in anger. That son of a bitch killed me. 

　　　

　　　And the dream was real. How was it even possible? I could smell him all over me. I still felt everything, the ripples of pleasure, and the wetness between my legs.

　　　

　　　 “Shit.” I got up from bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. My body was still shaking in anger. Once I was done, I changed to my old clothes and grabbed my things.

　　　

　　　 AMELIA: Dad, can you do something for me?

　　　

　　　 DAD: Of course, honey. Name it.

　　　

　　　 AMELIA: Can you pull up records of...