I snuck out of our room early Sunday morning, making Bridget lock the door behind me and only opening it when I gave her the signal that it was me. Carson's door was closed, and I could see his car parked in the driveway as I crept my way into the kitchen to make myself a coffee and put some toast on for Bridget and me.
There was a note on the table from Mum indicating that she had been called into work and wouldn't be home until after 5pm. I could forgive her for leaving us to take on an extra shift, she had bills to pay and was also supporting Carson, who was too lazy to get off his arse and get a job himself. What I didn't like was that Bridget and I were essentially trapped here for the day now.
If I had my car, then we could escape, but a punctured tyre ruined that plan. Unfortunate
