SUMMER’S POV
It’s been God knows how long and I hadn’t left this house.
I was bored out of my mind and my lovely host treated me like I didn’t exist.
I let out a sigh, sinking deeper into the couch. I guess this was the price I had to pay for a tainted conscience and a murder I can’t take back.
Mr. Ever-So-Grumpy, left sometime last night. I hadn’t seen him for nearly two days.
Note: he’s a terrible host. But I’ll give him credit… he left behind enough food and ice cream to last a doomsday, so… fine. I couldn’t complain. Much.
I had no clue what time it was… this psycho didn’t even own a clock but eventually boredom gnawed at me harder than guilt did, and I wandered into his kitchen.
I rummaged through cabinets like a raccoon until I struck gold.
A bottle of liquor tucked behind so
