True Terror

"I'm home!" I yelled to my dad as I walked through the door.

I could hear laughing from my dad's bedroom as I made my way to the kitchen for food, my boyfriend, Jake, walking behind me.

"You and your dad have such a good relationship," Jake commented.

"Yeah, I guess." I grabbed a box of Cheez-It's and two Dr.Peppers before plopping down on the couch. Jake had his head awkwardly against my dad's bedroom door.

"Sound's like he's watching tv in there."

"Yeah he does that a lot. Being a movie critic, you'd think he would get tired of it." I turned on the tv to the news. Jake sat down next to me.

A few hours pasted, and I had fallen asleep. Jake was gone when I woke up. I checked the time. 10:45. His mom would kill him if he wasn't home by six. There weren't any dishes in the sink so I guess dad had dinner in his room. Kinda unusual for him, but I just shrugged it off. I creeped upstairs to my room careful to not wake him. Stepping in the shower, I let the warm water run over me, but i couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.