First message
I grab another bottle of beer & tap it against the edge of the coffee table to open the bottle with a pop. God fucking damn it…how long is she staying out. I grumble to myself as I take a seat on the sofa, scrubbing through Netflix while waiting for my stepsister to come home. It’s 2am, & I won’t tolerate anyone living in my house to make me wait for them to come home. Just then the lock clicks open & she steps in, her hair a mess & her skin glowing. Where the hell have you been?