Liz chases after her son

Grabbing something to cover up, Liz gets up and follows after her son.

You and Emily look at each other anxiously. Your friend is shaking, and you can see that what had dawned to you is also the reality for her.

We could be in a lot of trouble

This had got real hot and heavy but at the same time Emily had committed **** and if her brother said anything she and her mom were not going to be able to recover.

You hug Emily as she starts to cry, whispering:

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."

You try to think of something to say but there isn't anything that comes to mind. You feel stupid, typical Hayley always struggling to say anything.

You hear Peter's loud music shut off.

The two of you lie there, for what seems like ages. The nervous energy of anticipation/fear gives way to irritation.

If we are fucked, can this just be over?

The two of you kiss each other in a reassuring way. Emily wipes her eyes and laughs a little nervously.

The two of you start pull on what clothes you have. Emily gives you some bottoms.

You frown, you haven't heard any shouting any door slamming... What is going on?

The two of you exchange glances again.

"Soooo, I figured this would be over by now." Emily voices your thoughts.

The two of you make your way towards Peter's bedroom.

You open the door...