Drinking contest

Molly:

Farrell was sleepwalking once more last night. It was like this happened whenever we had a series of unfortunate events. I didn't try to stop him or move an inch to know where he was going because the door was locked once more. I felt there were guards on standby at the door every night to keep a check on the night he would sleep walk.

Honestly it was getting annoying. Confronting him was useless of course, so I kept mute like nothing had happened.

When I got out of bed, I took my bath and went down for breakfast. He was already dressed for work, and the moment I came down he was about leaving. He kissed my forehead, and then he took a bite from the food I had in my lips, giving me a kiss.

"I'll see you around soon," he said to me, and I nodded, forcing a smile on my lips.

Paula wasn't yet up, so I ate my food in silence. Today seemed to be one which wouldn't be eventful, pertaining to the fact that Paula was having a bad time.

When I was done I walked up the stairs to her room