Brady was tired of this bitch chasing him around
"Get your own bottle bitch this is mine."
"Brady that isn't very nice."
Brady turned around and saw his mother walking towards him.
"I have to go."
Brady started running but he couldn't find a sign of a door anywhere. He didn't know where he was. He just knew he had to get out. His mother couldn't be in this place. She'd been dead for years.
To Be Cont.