Debbie stopped herself from ringing the doorbell to Cindy’s house again since obviously her sister was not home. She started to turn away, forcing down a shiver from the cold night air, but she had been in such a hurry when she had fled from Billy, that she had not even closed the apartment door behind her, much less worried about bringing a coat. Coming had been a bad idea, she decided. She knew what her sister would say, and it wouldn’t help. But as she turned to go, a ray of light flashed out briefly from a peep-hole and then she heard a chain-lock being loosened in a hurry and the door was yanked open. Continue reading →