But there are secrets
I’ve just got out of the shower when the doorbell rings. When I go into my room my phone is shaking so vigorously that it falls on the ground and the battery comes out of it. The quakes stop immediately.
I stand at my bedroom window. Flashbacks of when police lights flashed outside my window, run through my mind. I’m shaking now, even though I’m not cold. To make things worse, I hear the garage door open, and there’s no car in sight. Hair still dripping wet and wrapped in a towel I run to the kitchen in panic.
There I find a beet red faced Hayes, who’s also panicked.
I call his name in a joyous manner but stop when he doesn’t smile.
“Alex what the f**k, you didn’t answer.” He states.
His demeanor scares me a little, now I’m guarding my emotions.
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