Chapter 50

• Bee crept across the length of the hall of the run-down building with her sandals in her hand, careful not to upset anything in the dimly lit hall as she snuck to their apartment. No one must see her coming in so late at night, or the nosy neighbors will make sure to alert her moody guardian.
• Successfully getting to her door, she slowly pushed against it, wincing when the old, rusty hinges creaked loudly. She entered the dark living room, shutting the door behind her with a soft thud. The ominously dark room was unusually quiet for this time of the night. On other nights, by this time, Blaine would be watching the basketball game while yelling angrily at the players, and occasionally, Carolyn would be in the kitchen tinkering hopelessly with the pots and pans, expecting Anthony to return some hours later.
• Bee shrugged, tiptoeing stealthily across the padded room while silently hoping Blaine, who had more freedom than her, was outside the home somewhere with his friends. She froze when her heightened senses picked up on a movement by the light switch.