Hank
“f**k,” Jack muttered, and then it hit me. The stink was overwhelming and burned my eyes. Jack flipped on the lights and what we saw was complete chaos.
“What in the actual f**k?” I questioned as we moved through the house. We stepped into the kitchen and the place was a mess. Dishes were piled up in the sink. Empty takeout boxes littered the counter, and the trash bin was overflowing. We moved to the living room next, and it was much the same. Dirty dishes littered the coffee table. Empty takeout and rubbish littered the floor. We skipped the bathroom and made our way to his bedroom at the back of the house.
“Corey?” Jack called out, and his voice echoed through the silence of the house. There was no answer. Jack and I exchanged another worried glance as we approached his room.
