Annette sighed happily, stopping at the foot of the porch stairs and fishing out her keys. Opening the door, the teen peeked nervously about. No one around. She was as quiet as she could be.
Shutting off the hall lamp, Annette dragged herself up the stairs, moving past her mother's darkened room and finally winding up in her own room.
Locking the door behind her, Annette threw herself on the bed, draping one hand over her eyes. She fell asleep quickly, dreaming about David, about the way he had fucked her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"And this is our athletic department," the principal announced to the group of parents. "Coach Jack Robinson here's been training our football team for the past three years and, I'm proud to say, doing a fine job of it."
Betty Davis, Annette's mother, looked shyly at the six-foot, handsome, blond coach. He looked, she thought, like something straight from a Hitler's Youth Group. Only when she realized he was returning her stare did Betty drop her eyes.
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, ends our parents' night tour. If you'd like to stroll around, you're more than welcome. Refreshments are in the auditorium upstairs."
Betty murmured a thank you to the principal with the other parents, walking slowly around the gym and staring at nothing in particular. She had been concerned about her daughter who, for the past two weeks, had been acting very withdrawn.
Annette had always been somewhat quiet, especially since her father's death three years ago. But, lately, her quietness had become very disturbing. It was with this in mind that Betty came to the parents' night to talk to the teachers. There had been no clues.
Something was keeping her there at the gym, something she could not understand. While the others drifted upstairs after a while, Betty remained below, pretending to read the various scores of athletic accomplishments on the bulletin board. She wasn't surprised when, from the corner of one eye, she saw Coach Robinson sauntering up to her, hands on his hips.