Fucking The Neighbors #02 - Scene 3

Carmen remembered she left her bag next door, and they decided to slip in quick. They slipped through the side door barefoot, moving like shadows on carpet. Her friend's dad sat right there on the couch in the dark, watching everything. His eyes caught them in the hallway before either could back out. Sweat beaded on Carmen's thighs as the silence stretched. Both girls froze, hearts hammering against cheap tank tops, staring straight into the worst kind of trouble. No window left to climb through. Nowhere to hide. He set his glass down with one slow clink, and the room got smaller. Every possible lie died in Carmen's throat before she could shape the words. They had no way out clean.