R U T H
I knocked before entering Justin's room. He didn't answer the knock, so I answered any way.
"Huston?" I called. The sun was setting, and the room was dark since the curtains was drawn close. God, it stunk inside.
Silence again.
I turned back to leave. Maybe he just wasn't home and his mother didn't know when she let me in.
"Why're you here?" I heard a raspy voice when I was almost out of the door, making me turn.
"Justin?" I call back. "It's dark here. What are you doing in the darkness?" I couldn't help but ponder.
My hand reached to the switch board as I switched on the light and his room lit up. He sat in a far corner of his room, near the window, on his study table, listening to music.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
I stepped inside slowly. Gulping my saliva, I
