Just when the Griffins thought they could finally breathe, the front door fell down in an instant. The wood splintered with a loud crack, hitting the floor with a heavy boom that rattled the walls of the small hallway.
Two figures walked in.
It was the same people who had left their house just now. The dark shadows blocked out the streetlights behind them, stepping right over the broken hinges.
"What are you two doing?!" the woman screamed, traumatized by the way her door had just fallen off. She clutched her hands over her ears, her chest heaving as she backed away toward the kitchen entrance.
"Seriously, Peamah, I said open the door, not break the door," Faye said lazily as the two entered. She shook her head, rubbing her temple where the throbbing pain was finally starting to fade into a dull ache.
