Brea pulled up to the house at midnight. She had been with Lucy all day and had avoided her phone the entire time. Her stomach was instantly in her throat when she saw that the living room light was still on. There was no way around it, she was in deep trouble.
She thought for sure that her father would have been out, as was usually the case on a Saturday night; but that light in the window meant he would be sitting right inside the door; and at this point he would be fuming.
Her hands shook as she fumbled with the car door; the thought of what awaited her inside terrified her. She would do better to just drive away; but she would have to deal with the matter sooner or later. Brea stepped out of the car on shaky legs, unnecessarily straightening her shirt as she slowly walked towards the
