[KYLE POV]
I was sitting in the chair with the blanket thrown over me. I didn't even remember putting it on me. I had a feeling that it had been Deek who threw the cover over me when he checked on Jacy while I slept.
The blanket wasn't what woke me up though. The loud, authoritative pounding on the door is what caused me to jerk awake.
"Open the door." I heard a loud, angry voice, and I knew just who it was.
"Who the hell is that?" I heard Deek's confused voice as he came out of a room down the hall. All of us had been up late, and it showed because we were just now being woken up by the knock at almost nine. It wasn't that late, but it was late enough, especially after what happened last night.
"Open the damn door." There was more yelling that accompanied the incessant knocking.
"Don't worry Deek." I called out to him as I rose from the chair. "I know who it is."
"Really? And how do they know where this place is?" He glared at me.