When I stumbled through the front door of the house, I didn't even notice the truck in the driveway.
Leaning back against the front door, my mind raced over everything that had just happened and my fingers roved over my bottom lip, feeling that they were slightly swollen.
Were they redder than usual?
Licking my lips anxiously, I wondered if Roy's mother had noticed.
"Where you been?" Slurred, my father's words knocked me from my reverie. He was seated on the couch, glaring directly at me. Mari, having apparently approached me while I wasn't paying attention, was incredibly close now, with an expression that was basically asking the same exact question.
Trying not to glare at the nosey apparition, I muttered, "A friends house. We watched a movie." Or didn't watch a movie. Straigh
