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Chapter 41: Nowhere to go

Author: Stella Friday
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 23:03:30

Hazel’s POV

The porch light had gone out completely now. Only the soft glow from the street lamp spilled across the driveway, painting my shadow long and crooked on the concrete in front of me.

I rang the doorbell again, even though I already knew it was useless.

Nothing.

I leaned my forehead against the door. “Trey?” My voice barely came out. “Please.”

I swallowed a hard lump forming in my throat and pressed my ear against the wood, and for a second, I thought I heard a movement inside, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

My knees gave out before I realized I was sitting, right there on the porch step, my arms wrapped around my legs. I wanted to scream, but of course, I couldn't; I just stared at the door, hoping to see it finally open, but that moment never came.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Trey's number. It rang twice, but it went straight to voicemail.

I tried again.

No response too.

I sent him a text.

Me: Trey, I’m outside. Please open the door. I got suspended from the d
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