18. Guests.

     My face is pressed against the crack as I listen and watch. No sign of anybody yet, and the heater finally is starting to effect me. I'm sweating and tired. Still sore from my bruises, stabs and recent slaps and strangling. She has to come out. She can't just spend the night. It hasn't been long, perhaps he is trying to fix her food and a movie in the livingroom so she can't find anything incriminating.

          I feel pathetic and stupid, spying as I am, but I have hope still. Even if it's a slight spark, it's still enough to keep me going. I debate even screaming at her when she comes out, but I know that he'll likely follow her out and come mock me. I hear the telltale creak of the screen door and I hold my breath, listening.

           "Where are you going? Wait!" I hear Kellan yell.

            "I'm going ho