It was unlocked. “Didn’t I—?” I started to ask the doorknob when it turned. The door was thrown open, my hand was caught in a vice-like grip, and on a terrified scream Spot and I were pulled inside. For the next ten minutes I felt a lot of terror. And a lot of pain. This was because in the foyer of my childhood home I got the shit beaten out of me by three men with one man watching.
