Dylan

“Dylan?” She said, surprised.

I stood there staring at her. This last week had been fucking torture. We knew something wasn’t right when we got home that night from practice. I hadn’t seen her since that morning when I was getting dressed. We had a ridiculously early training that day, so I could return home and get dressed. I had a two-hour gap between classes, so I headed to the gym for a light workout. I was beyond pissed when I went to grab my clothes, and they were gone. Thankfully I have a spare set in my locker. We had a light practice that evening, and it was dead silent when we walked into the house.

Mel would generally greet us, but he was nowhere to be seen. Mel might have been in Sapphire’s room, so I checked it out. I pushed in my code, but it didn’t work. I tried it two more times, but it still wasn’t working. I knew it meant she had changed the code, but I had no idea why she would do this. I walked to my room, and I damn near fell over when I saw all the