Quickly brushing my teeth and using the toilet, I decided I didn't feel like taking a shower. My body was still warm from my workout and I didn't feel like going to bed with wet hair. Flipping the lightswitch off, I slunk back into the hall and started padding my way toward the basement once more. But just as I took a step past my dad's room, his door made a creak. My heart leapt up into my throat and I almost cried out as I stared at the door and watched it swing inward. But it only moved a couple inches before stopping. Holding my breath, I stood still, waiting to make sure nobody was moving inside there. The last thing I wanted right then was a confrontation with my father. I don't even know why.
After a grueling five seconds, nobody came out of my father's room. Still holding my breat
