They'd trashed the place. Nutshells and crumpled tissues littered every surface.
My head throbbed.
"They're not leaving." Sabina didn't even look up. "They're staying the night."
"Go find some blankets and pillows. Since you're injured, you don't have to sleep on the floor—my friends will take the floor."
So because I didn't have to sleep on the floor, I was supposed to let complete strangers stay in my home? Feed them, house them, wait on them?
I was about to explode when Sabina suddenly draped my thick robe over my shoulders.
"Do me a favor and run downstairs to grab some soy sauce."
"It's the middle of the night! I'm not buying soy sauce!"
Before I could argue further, she shoved me toward the door.
Click.
The door slammed shut behind me. I was locked out.
We had a keypad lock. I punched in the code.
Nothing happened.
She'd bolted it from the inside. The code was useless.
I pounded on the door. "Sabina, open up!"
I knocked hard enough to bruise my knuckles. No one came.
I called her phone. She declined the call.
Fine. I pulled up the home security feed on my phone.
On the screen, Sabina and her friends were doubled over laughing.