I snuck in the house as quietly as possible. Mom was on late shift, she’d left by four. That meant Jeff and I were alone.
I turned the key silently; I kept it rubbed with Vaseline just for this. My room was just past the living room, maybe twenty feet away. If I was quiet enough, or lucky enough, Jeff would be out looking to score, and I’d be safe behind a locked door in a few seconds.
I wasn’t that lucky.
“Hey little girl, where you been?” His voice was slurred...