The door is unlocked when I get home and I know it's Bella inside. Courtney and I always lock the door.
"Bella is that you?" I still ask while entering the kitchen. The fridge is wide open and empty bear cans are dumped on the table, yellowish liquid spilled all over it. Empty sandwich wraps are splattered on the wooden linoleum floor. I ignore the slight hyperventilation at the mess because this is not something done by Bella. The thought shoots my panic graph through the ceiling.
"Heyyy El! How are ya?" A throaty voice makes me turn around. The vision of Leo, Bella's boyfriend, isn't as relieving as it's supposed to be when I see a known face in my empty house. He's wearing a pai rof indigo trousers and only that. His skin overfilled with ink, makes it hard to make any shape out of his
