June's POV
“Who else would tell the Sheriff about a party everyone was looking forward to, huh?” I could hear him slamming into the door, probably using his shoulder to break it down. It was giving way, and I was starting to worry I’d actually have to use my weapon.
“I have a gun, Montana. If you come in, I will use it!” I warned him, but my voice shook, making me sound more frightened than in charge.
“Oh, please, you have nothing,” he slurred, slamming into the door again.
I pulled my phone out and started calling Betty, but she wasn’t picking up. She must be in the bathroom or getting some coffee. My luck seemed to run short, and then Tiff appeared at the top of the stairs, looking scared. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked down at me.
“What’s going on?” she asked, and I q
