6.5

Amber's P.O.V

I bring myself away from the front door before slowly going over to Zac's bedroom area. I stand in front of the wooden door for several moments, just staring out at the painted wood as I try to find the confidence to go back into the space.

My eyes slowly close shut and my breathing starts to hitch as I begin to prepare myself for what I may see or what may happen to me if I were to get caught.

Everything is going to be okay, Jack left and Zac won't be back here for a while.

Slowly, I wrap my hand around the silver door knob before taking a deep breath and pulling down on the handle. But the moment that I do I'm met with some sort of resistance, preventing me from gaining access to the space.

Fuck, is his door always locked?!

I throw my head back in annoyance as I allow a low groan to escape my lips. My hands pull onto the door handle a few more times before eventually relenting as I accept my fate.

There has to be a key around here somewhere.