Rhett
I watched Alana bolt inside as if she had been burned by my kiss. Served me right for caving into temptation once again with that nymph. I looked at the picture perfect home where she had escaped to, almost every room lit up and occupied by laughing people. I had no desire to re enter that house of fickle horrors, so I took that as my queue to leave and exited through the garden.
My father was still at the party, his booming laughter following me as I vacated the premises. Hopefully Mrs P would be tucked up in bed and not hear me return. I didn't feel like a game of ninety-nine questions from the old biddy. In fact, a stiff drink was probably in order.
Pulling the spare key from under the doormat - yeah, totally ingenious place to put it - I snuck into the house. I knew my fathe
