Penelope POV
Getting out of this house is my only coherent thought that I can make at the moment. I stumble down the stairs thankful that I managed not to fall. Despite the pounding in the music I make my way to the front door pushing pass all the people in my way. This earns me grunts and curse words but I honestly do not care right now.
As I am about to reach for the handle of the door a tall guy I have never seen before stands in front of it. He is wearing all black including a black hoodie with the hood which creates shadows on his face. All I can see of him is his beard. He is tall and scrawny looking. I can not shake the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that he is causing.
I try to ignore him and reach for the door handle again and he just moves more so I can not reach it.
