It went well for the rest of the day. Until Bill decided to have a look at my memories while I was taking a nap. How I found out is that he was walking around my old home......I was dreaming about my life before the....... "incident". I saw him and remembered how Captain Buzzkill said that he's a dream demon. So I went up to him and bitch slapped him for being in my dream and for most likely looking at my memories. Serves him right for poking around in my memories. That fucking idiot...... nobody messes around with me and escapes in one piece. Let's just say that when I woke up I was in tears and Bill was hugging me. How the heck is it that I have a dream demon worried, or anything of the sort, about me?

  "Listen Y/n...." crap... he knows my name now "Eye see why you didn't want to mention your past...... it's pretty dark" he chuckles. Did he seriously just crack a pun? Of course I laugh since I have a horrible sense of humour sometimes. When he notices that I'm laughing and not crying he gets this huge ass smile on his face and keeps cracking puns. It was awesome until he ruined the mood. "But let's get serious here for a minute. Why are you running? You running away just makes you look guilty" he actually had a rather good point........for once.

  "I just couldn't cope with everything that was happening. My adopted parents were the first people to ever accept me. Everyone that I loved had just died. So I just ran. Besides the cops were already convinced that it was me" I pause and sigh "Everyone in town that knew me just knew that I would never do anything like that but............. the cops didn't believe anyone. My situation was hard. It was either die or run away and hide from the cops. Of course I picked the second option since I was pretty much a gigantic coward about the whole situation" Bill grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him.

  "You're no coward. A coward would never slap a dream demon like myself" we both chuckle at that. Bill really does know how to make me laugh and I've barely even known him for a day! Then again..... he did look at my memories. He lets go of my chin and I look away for a minute and my gaze settles on my surroundings. I'm in their living room by the looks of it. There's a Tv, chair, and a whole big mess of random junk. Geez this place could really use a thing called "cleaning supplies". I then realize that I have some things called a room at an inn. "Hey Bill?....." He whips his head in my direction "Do you know what time it is?....."

  "It is currently 9:00" 9:00? Geez I need to get back to the inn or else I'll lose the room. "Inn? You really want to go back to that dirt hole they call a room?" He has a valid point "I'll talk to the Pines about letting you stay here until we can sort out this murder thing. But don't worry" he winks "I won't tell them about that murder thing. I'll just say that cops are looking for you. Your new boss can relate" Mr. Pines? He's had trouble with the police. I honestly should've expected that. Bill walks out and I start to doze off again. If only I knew that Captain Buzzkill was eavesdropping in on our conversation and that he heard the word murder............. if I knew that it would have saved me a world of trouble.......

A/n: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Comment any critique in the comments. Have a nice day or night! ^^