Jason Davenport

I didn't have to sneak out because dad already knew I was going out. Not like he could stop me anyway.

But the way downstairs was so long. I didn't feel like it right now.

So I just climbed out my bedroom window, using the spaces in the walls as support.

As I was almost at ground level, I heard someone moving below, close to the trees.

Shit.

I wasn't sneaking out, yes. But I didn't want dad to find out that I had been using my bedroom as an escape route. He'd probably switch rooms for me. And that'd be shit.

I descended slowly, trying to be...