I quietly tried to sneak in through the back door. It was always better if I could make it in and up to my bedroom before anyone was able to notice that I had made it home.
However, I did not make it very far into the house before I heard my father yelling at me.
“LEA...” my dad yelled out in a deep, growly voice.
By the tone and slight growl of his voice, I know this can’t be anything good. It sounded like he was not in the best of moods. I did not want to face him when he is in a mood, he can be very scary in these types of moods.
I don’t move, I do not make a sound. I do not think that I even took a breath, in fear that he might hear me. I was thinking if I do not make a sound or move an inch, he will think that I am not really here. After a few seconds, I thought I might be
