Chapter Twenty Four
It ended with a knock on the door. At first, I wasn’t sure if I dreamed it but there was no mistaking the second one. Ollie stumbled out of bed and scrambled into his boxer shorts.
“What’s wrong?”, I asked.
“I was supposed to be at the job at 8 and I have the keys. f**k!”
I checked the clock, it was 9:05am. The front door knocked again, this time louder and heavier.
“Ollie?”, My blood ran cold when I heard the voice. My dad had an unmistakeable tone when he was angry. Time slowed. I looked around for an escape. Sensing my panic, Ollie put his fingers to his lips and shushed me.
“Stay here”, he whispered, “And say nothing”
I was naked under the bedsheets. I felt dirty. Guilty. Ollie left the bedroom and gently closed the door behind him. I heard him open the front
