Chapter 8

"After that you go to bed." Kyle added.

David just glared at the pieces, his stubborn self taking control. He wanted to spill his venom. Just one more word from Kyle and he was done with his shit.

Tim glanced at Kyle, only receiving a light glare. He took a step back going to his previous position downstairs backing to working.

Kyle walked back to the hall but David was more than sure that he left a trap hanging.

Once the pieces all packed David head slowly down the stairs, Tim only glanced at him when he wasn't looking before going back to his work.

David got to the door biting his lips. It was locked and the keys were beyond his reach. He groaned under his breath.

He dropped the broken pieces so he could jump for it, it took him three jumps to get it and that was exhausting.

He picked up the pieces, slipping the key in the lock and twisting it ever so carefully but yet it made a faint click. David was sure the dogs heard.