I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely. Cunt juice... from my cunt to my thighs. It was the dream again. The previous night we were together I didn't have the dream; why now?

I glanced up at the wall clock. Twelve minutes past one o'clock. 

"You know you can just go look for him right? I mean, there's nothing to lose," the unreasonable voice in my head suggested. 

"No, that's not a good idea!" The reasonable voice in my head objected, 

"He clearly doesn't want me around him," I replied to the unreasonable voice, ignoring the other.

"But he won't kill you, the worse you get is a slap. Even at that, you get to see him and touch him." The unreasonable voice explained 

"That's fair enough…" I thought. 

"Avery this is insane, don't think about it." The reasonable voice warned but I was out of bed already and grabbing my hoodie and joggers. In a few minutes I am climbing down the window of my room.

"See that was not hard, was it?" The unreasonable voice said. My hood is over my head, my hands dipped in my pocket