Chapter Two ★ Caught

｡☆✼★━ Daniel ━★✼☆｡

Good. The lights were off. It was late when I finally turned the corner on to my street. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure those girls weren’t following me.

Last thing I needed right now was for my Dad to hear I was so called peeping on naked chicks. Which for the record I totally was not doing at all.

Most of the house had already gone dark. My house would have been the only one lit if my Dad chose to wait up for me. I let go of the breath that I held. Whew. Now time to sneak in… if I can.

I don’t like arguing with my Dad. But he just doesn’t see things from my point of view. Never has.

The small pebbled of our dirt walkway crunched under my feet as I got close to our small front patio. It wasn’t that big. Nor was our house. A mere 1100 square foot house with two bedrooms and one bathroom.

Most of the houses in my neighborhood were small. They were built in the late sixties early seventies when people didn’t need those ginormous mansions that people now live in today.

Standing before the big wooden yellow door, with the two teal curtained slander windows on each side of it, I reached into my hoodie pouch in the front to grab my house key. My hand grasped nothing. It was gone. 

Lint played with my fingers along with some loose change. I checked my other pockets. My heart sped up when I realized my wallet was missing too. Those thieving brats… I’m gonna so call the cops on them.

First, I needed to get back inside without waking everybody up. Maybe they left the door unlocked? I can only hope. I licked my lips, readjusted the paper bag in my other hand, and reached out to the battered doorknob.

My fingers wrapped around it and felt the several battle scars it received over the years of abuse. A moment ticked by as I stood there and stared down at the knob hoping that Casey left it unlocked for me.

“Okay. On three…” I breathed and tensed up. “One. Two… and three.”

With a quick twist of my wrist I felt the knob refuse to turn in response. “Crap.”

The door was locked. I rattled the knob a few more time because it did have a history of getting stuck even when it was unlocked. Nope. It’s locked. Dang it. Okay… plan C it is.

Off to my right on the small covered patio was an old rocking chair that use to belong to my grandma. Beside it sat a small potted plant. I ambled over to the plant, stooped down and moved it off its clay watering tray.

Normally there would have been a key waiting for either Pete or me to use in this instance. But nope. The key wasn’t there.

Instead there was a yellow note that said, “Go around back.”

‧͙⁺˚*·༓☾ – TO BE CONTINUED… –☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙