A couple of gentle knocks echo in the hallway, while the house remains dark and silent, even if the sun is bright and glaring.
Bucket, who was anxious the whole time, held himself to barging inside Jerrod's room, as he knew Jerrod would hate him for interrupting whatever Jerrod was doing inside his room.
However, he could not wait any longer, as Jerrod spent so much time inside without eating.
He asked, "Sir? Is everything alright?" but he received no response.
He knocked on the door again, but the room remained silent.
Bucket had no choice but to take the master keys and open Jerrod's room. It perplexed him when he saw the room empty and the clothes were just piled up on the floor beside the cabinet.
"I didn't know he left the house." He mumbled while he picked up the clothes to put them back in the cabinet, but his eyes and mouth opened wide at the same time as soon as he saw Jerrod sleeping inside the cabinet, sweaty and breathing heavily.
