***CONTENT WARNING!!!*** The following chapters describe past relations between a fifteen-year-old and an eighteen-year-old. This may be upsetting for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
I make it down the hallway with some of my modesty still intact. Luckily, I don’t think Mac or Max saw anything that we were doing. When I get to the other end of the hallway, Walter, dad, and the kids are all outside of Milly’s door. Dad is banging on the door with his fist and Walter is jiggling the door knob. “Milly! You need to open the door!” Dad is screaming at the door with a desperate voice.
I walk up behind them both and clear my throat. “What is going on?” I look between Walter and Dad and both of them have concerned looks on their faces.
Dad sighs and shakes his head. “I stopped
