I parked in front of her house on the street and set it in park. There was nothing really to say, so I just told her I would call her in the morning and she left.
The drive home was the worst. I drove the longest possible path I could just to delay coming home to Bridgett. I didn’t want to experience the wrath she is probably planning for me. Only one time before did I ever feel what she was capable of. Back when I was five years old I had accidentally stepped on her Barbie dolls and she almost gave me a concussion (yeah she is a crazy bitch). At the end of the longest ride home I have ever had, finally parked in front of my house I made the slow agonizing walk to the front door that seemed to last for miles. Even with my slow pace the door just seemed to float closer. (Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here) with my last step I was in front of the gates of hell, and there was nothing I could possibly do to change anything.
I just slowly turned the door knob to stay as quiet as possible and maybe I could sneak to my room before Bridgette would know I am home. But, like every night trying to sneak back in before my parents wake up or staying so quiet so my mom’s mini poodle a.k.a. over sized rat ( honestly whats the point of a small dog, its like you want a little over priced noise machine that has no point at all besides being a fashion accessory that shits and pisses all over the place. Now I’m just rambling.) doesn’t wake up and bark all night, it seems like the volume of every sound is turned up to 11. click the door made sounded like a fucking hammer hitting the metal. By now I was sweating bullets just opening the door. My hand almost slipped off because off my sweat, but I was able keep my hold and slip through the door and shut it with little sound. I think the gods hate me or something because the floor boards somehow decided now is the time to start squeaking as I tip toed my way to the stairs.
“Chris is that you?” her now soothing voice called from the kitchen.
Shit! I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Chris?” the once soothing tone now rattled with concern.
Fuck! I was caught,” Y-yeah its m-me,” I sheepishly called back.
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