When I finally went home, I was tired and my back ached, and I just wanted to go to sleep.

The living room light was on when I got there and I could feel my stomach ice over and my hands begin to shake worse than normal.

I fumbled with the front door until it opened. I decided that even if he was here, I was too tired to avoid him for another night.

However, when I opened the door he wasn't the only one there.

Bebe was there.

But something was wrong.

The tension in the air felt heavy and I knew something was wrong. They were both sitting close together, watching something on TV, but Bebe didn't seem to really be watching. She seemed uncomfortable.

But she wasn't easy to read.

Once I stepped in they both glanced over at me, but no one said anything.

I took off my shoes and continued on my way up to my room, I really needed to sleep or I was going to pass out standing up.

As I went up the stairs, I could hear one of them sigh.