Chapter Eighty Five

As I reach the driveway, sweat droplets appear on my skin. My face looks drenched and dull.

I wipe off the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand and stalk towards the front door.

I push open the door to find it completely quiet. Almost too quiet.

"Evan? Avery?" I'm sure they were here just a few hours ago.

I take a quick peek through the curtains and see there are cars parked on the driveway. Mine, Evan's and Avery's.

I take quick cautious steps up the stairs, as I hear a small screech from upstairs.

I feel a gush of wind. I notice the back door is slightly pulled open.

I pull out my gun from the back of my shorts, as I walk up the stairs, making sure to not create any sounds.

As I near the top of the staircase I hear a few muffled whimpers. Evan's door is slightly creaked open and beneath the door is a pool of red crimson.

Blood.

I rush towards the door and shove it open, holding up my gun to whoever is in there, but I feel a quick tug on my foot.