"Good morning," she greets you, her voice still deep from sleep. She unwraps her arms from around your middle and furrows her brows, wondering why you jumped out of bed so suddenly.

"Scared?" She asks shyly.

"A little, sorry, I just forgot about last night..." you mumble sheepishly, itching your neck.

You glance at her lying figure on your bed - hair all ruffled and your sweater slowly riding up and revealing her soft stomach. You gulp, trying to rid some creeping thoughts in the back of your mind. Just as you're about to speak again, you hear your dad yawn from the hallway and your heart sinks as his footsteps get closer to your room.

"Fuck. You need to hide." you whisper, looking at Lottie all wide-eyed. You look around your room before tugging her in front of your closet, rushing to open it and shoving her inside. "Listen, you need to be quiet as you can, okay?" you make a shushing motion with your fingers, hoping she understands as you shut the door and jog back over to your bedroom door just as your dad opens it.

"You alright, sport?" he asks, looking you up and down. "You look anxious."