(Your Allyson)

Corey laid in bed, his none damaged hand brushing through Allyson’s hair. He felt happy and content with Allyson. Though the thought of just a few hours ago he was with Micheal Myers…murdering people, he had to live with that in the back of his head. It didn’t help that Allyson was Micheal Myer’s grandchild. Corey held his secrets, he would never tell Allyson what he’s been doing. Corey looked down at Allyson as she laid against his chest. “Hey.” Corey spoke softly, his hand still brushing through Allyson’s hair.