18- The Scenery

“Tori! Roni! Let’s go!” my father yelled as he banged on our bedroom doors. “And where the hell is Alessandro?!”

Alessandro blinked at me as if he was thinking about what he was going to do and what he was going to say when or if he saw my father in the hallway. It was as if he did not expect my father to be looking for him.

“I think you should leave,” I whispered, hoping no one else who may have been on the other end of the door would hear us.

“No, I can’t,” he replied in a hushed tone

“Why not?” I asked back, feeling all panicked and sweaty.

It was not as if we had done anything, but we felt guilty. I mean, it did look wrong that my father’s good friend was in my bedroom when the door was closed.

“It will look even more weird for me to come out of the room right now when he sounds very angry. Let us first wait for him to cool down or hide away then, we can go out,” he whispered.

“TORI!” my father yelled again.

I heard Roni’s door being opened and the sound of her shoes clicking