*mature content*
"Thank me later?" I mumbled Johnathan's words as I walked up to the front door. "Thank...me later?" I said in pure confusion as I unlocked the door.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The sound of my keys echoed through the silent house and I slipped off my jacket and I set my things down on the entryway table. I glanced at the clock and saw it was ten o'clock and I knew everyone was asleep. They went to bed early, so that means I'll get an ear full from Aunt Becky tomorrow because I didn't have the chance to see what chores she had for me.
Maybe she left a list in the kitchen.
I slipped off my shoes and I walked down the hall towards the kitchen. I stepped into the darkened living room and as soon as I stepped on a creaky board a lamp flicked on.
I gasped and
