Arielle
There was no way to tell if Tiffany had actually locked me out. The real problem, I didn’t have the key with me.
“f**k!” I muttered, gripping the handle again. I shook it harder this time. Nothing.
“Tiffany?” I called, knocking. “Open the door.”
No response.
I knocked again. Louder this time. Still nothing.
I pushed the handle down repeatedly, but it didn’t budge.
And it was really late. The neighbors were probably asleep already. And here I was, making noise like a crazy person.
I looked through the windows. No sign of her.
Eventually, I gave up. I sank to the floor, my back against the door, feeling completely stupid. Sweat rolled down my face. The night air was cold against my skin.
I felt really frustrated.
Did Tiffany seriously lock me out…just because I to
