But then I realize…he’s the one who told me to lock the door before he left. Which means it can only be my stepfather. My heart hammers in my chest as I hear something enter the lock…as if he’s trying to pick it open. Thinking quick, I sprint into the closet, closing the door at the same time the one to my bedroom opens. What the fuck is he doing here? Better question…what the fuck does he want? I hear a huff of irritation escape him when he enters my room and realizes I’m not there. I squeeze my eyes shut, cowering in the corner of my closet as I recall the words I said to him at
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