Chapter 71

"Merry Christmas!" An annoying voice yelled loudly, stirring me out of my sleep. After the events of last night I went straight to bed exhausted, assured by Charles that the crazy Irish man down stairs was in a forced-coma and even if he did wake up he was bolted down and the door was locked and sealed. So the next morning, one could say I was a little grumpy. I groaned loudly and turned over, bringing the quilt over my eyes in the process. What time was it...? "No." "Oh come on, get up! It's Christmas!" They sang, before coming over and attempting to grab my sheets. My irritability grew tenfold, my head hurting and eyes groggy. I was not in the mood and I didn't care if Gandhi had come back and figured out the cure for world hunger, I was not getting out of the bed. "I said no." I repeated moodily, tucking my head underneath the pillow. They had better go away in the next ten seconds or I swear to God all of hell would pay. "Oh come