After he had knocked on the old worn out door, awaiting for someone to present themselves, Roland stood for a few seconds until the door had opened in front of him, and seeing that Avery was standing inside while she opened it as well. A heavy sigh of relief was made from him when he saw her, and was very thankful that it wasn’t some man with a shotgun or some sort of killer awaiting with some brutal weapon in their hand, yet he was glad it wasn’t her father either. As they met face to face, he gave a small little wave to her while she was shocked as to seeing him at her place, following up by telling him that he needed to leave before her dad came back. Although she questioned why he was there, he had some questions of his own for her.
“I think a better question is, why weren’t you at school today?” replied Roland, as he questioned her so that he could find out to what could’ve happened after she left his place earlier. All of a sudden, Avery began coughing badly, only from what had looked like a normal case of a cold turned out to be a few drops of blood landing into her hand. Whatever had happened after their sleep over yesterday seemed to result into a disastrous event between Avery and her father, and Roland couldn’t help but to feel like he should take blame. As Avery spoke once more, saying that he needed to leave and began to close the door on him, he stopped it by placing his foot in between the opening so that she wouldn’t close it and he spoke up again.
“Avery,” said Roland, becoming very concerned to see what is wrong with Avery, and wanting to find out what her father had done this time, “What happened?”
“I think a better question is, why weren’t you at school today?” replied Roland, as he questioned her so that he could find out to what could’ve happened after she left his place earlier. All of a sudden, Avery began coughing badly, only from what had looked like a normal case of a cold turned out to be a few drops of blood landing into her hand. Whatever had happened after their sleep over yesterday seemed to result into a disastrous event between Avery and her father, and Roland couldn’t help but to feel like he should take blame. As Avery spoke once more, saying that he needed to leave and began to close the door on him, he stopped it by placing his foot in between the opening so that she wouldn’t close it and he spoke up again.
“Avery,” said Roland, becoming very concerned to see what is wrong with Avery, and wanting to find out what her father had done this time, “What happened?”

