Ryland
Gracie and I headed to hers, and she suddenly became nervous. It seems like she is not too keen on the idea of me going into her house. I don’t know why, but I am sure I will find out once we get in. She didn’t say a word as she tried her front door, luckily her dad left it open since she hadn’t lifted her key.
“I am sorry if the place is a mess, my dad isn’t the tidiest person and I wasn’t here last night to clean his mess up,” she stammered out.
He is a grown-assed man; he should be tidying his mess up, not leaving it for his teenage daughter.
“It is fine, and there is no need to apologise to me,” I smiled.
She gave me a soft smile, and the two of us headed inside. The first thing that caught my eyes were all the holes on the walls around the house. Her father cle
