Chad Woods
My heart pounds in my chest as I press my back against the closet wall.
The air inside feels suffocating with Cassandra's perfume and the smell of s*x. Cassandra’s breathing is quick and uneven beside me, her perfume heavy in the confined space. I fight the urge to f**k her right here, but it's definitely not worth being caught by dad.
Outside, Dad’s deep voice cuts through the silence like a blade.
“Clide, I'm asking again, who’s hiding in here?”
Panic surges through me. I can hear Clide stammering, but he slips his lies smoother than honey, “N-no one! I told you, I was just—uh—getting dressed. You interrupted me remember? it must be the maid in the next room.”
Dad’s footsteps draw closer, the sound of the doorknob rattling making every nerve in my body tense. Cassandra
