C9 Lowell

I locked the door to my room that night. I wasn’t sure if I was locking Kyle out…or locking myself in. 
I was being silly. He would never come in unless I invited him. And I knew that I would never invite him.
But he was here, in my house, just a few rooms away. Sleeping. Probably in his underwear. I clapped my hand over my eyes as if that could block out the picture in my head