Warning: This chapter is intensely violent and gory. If you can't handle that, I don't recommend reading past the *****.
The bus comes to a screeching stop just a block or so away from my old house. I step off and look around, making sure I haven't been seen. It's only a matter of time before my friends figure out that I'm missing. At least, that's what I'm hoping for anyway.
I hurry to the front door of the house I once shared with my mom and dig in my purse for my keys. I try to push the key into the lock, but it doesn't fit. I try again, but it still doesn't work. It must be a new lock.
But why?
We haven't sold the house yet. We still own it as of today. Who would've changed the locks?
Getting frustrated, I quickly look around before using my phone to break the glass windo
