My best friend had come to stay for the weekend and had brought a surprise guest with her. Her boyfriend. Not a bad thing you would think considering mine was there too except, we didn't get on. He is one of those low life guys, does nothing for anyone unless he is going to get something out of it himself, treats her like dirt and she lets him get away with it. The whole situation had been driving me mad for months, I was constantly amazed they were still together, but any time I asked her why she let him get away with it she just smiled and said, "He has his good points, you just don't see them." Of course as her best mate, I worry about her and care too much to push my feelings about him.
So we had a reasonable dinner, I received lots of compliments regarding the beef, and we drank far too much red wine. Clive seemed to be on his best behaviour which, I admit did help things; I had almost begun to warm to him as I served desert, but as I came back into the room I heard he was busy trying to goad Darren into talking about what we got up too sexually. Something I might have been happy to talk to Sarah about, but not him. We ate the individual chocolate puddings and drank coffee, a short time later I made my excuses and Darren and I went to bed.
I could hear Sarah in the next room an hour or so later, she sounded annoyed, her voice was raised just enough for me to hear the tone. I could hear the sofa bed squeaking under their combined weight and movement and wondered if I should check things are ok, it sounded as if he was bullying her into something and I didn't like it. I crept out of my nice warm bed and pulled the satin robe form the end of the bed around my nakedness. Slightly tipsy from the wine, my head felt fuzzy as I made my way across the room and opened the bedroom door to slip out.
I padded silently down the hall until I reached the living room door. I knew if I opened it a crack, maybe 4 inches worth it would remain silent, any more and a creak would alert everyone in he house to my whereabouts. I slowly lowered the handle and pushed the door ajar. I took a second to adjust my vision and work out where the people and furniture was in the room.
Moonlight poured through the gaps in the blinds, throwing horizontal beams across everything. It gave the picture a surreal, distorted look, making it more difficult to see clearly. Then I saw a movement coming from the far side of the room, a shadow passing in front of the window.