Drugs

The driver dropped me home as I was too exhausted to even move. As soon as I entered the house, I collapsed on the couch, inside the lounge.

I was a mess already with my hair frizzy and my clothes half wet and I was also kind of stinky. I needed a quick shower but I was too tired to climb upstairs.

Suddenly the bell rang as I groaned.

Gosh!!! Who is it?

I very well know it's neither Dylan nor Harold because they never use the bell. They know the passcode of this house. So it's probably someone unknown.

I sighed and got up before marching towards the door. I threw the door open, revealing a simple looking delivery boy.

"Yes?" I raised my brows.

"Hello ma'am, there's a parcel for Mr Harold Kingston." He had a medium sized box in his hand.

"But he's not here." I reasoned out.

"But I have to deliver this parcel to him today." He also reasoned out.

"You can give this parcel to those security guards." I pointed towards the guards, who were pacing back and forth near the automatic gates.

"Bu