To say you were frustrated and willing to do anything to get out of this situation was an understatement.

You were at your best friend Sarah’s house, and you showed up intentionally to grab your bookbag that you left in her basement while the two of you were studying. You told her that you’d come back to grab it, and she told you that the extra key was underneath the doormat, so you could let yourself in while she was gone with John B.

Unfortunately, when you walked down there, you were not expecting to see her brother, Rafe. Someone you’ve hated ever since middle school. On top of that, you weren’t told that if you shut the basement door behind you, it would automatically lock.

“Shit,” Rafe cursed to himself and twisted the knob angrily with a strong force. “Are you fucking serious right now? Are you stupid or some shit?” he said as he turned to look at you, his eyes widened and cold.