Chapter 509

It sounded like something shattering, so Irene opened the door again and called out, "Ricky?" No one answered. She started to head inside, but Isaac caught her. "Stop," he said, walking ahead of her. "I'll look inside. Wait for me here." Things appeared rather dark and creepy inside, and he was worried about potential danger. Irene nodded and he headed inside, where he found Ricky behind a couch. The whole house stank of alcohol and there were many empty bottles of alcohol on the floor. Ricky had drank so much that he smelled as if he was just scooped out of a vat of alcohol. While Isaac frowned, Irene walked toward him. "Is Ricky there?" "Yeah," he replied. The curtains were drawn, and there were just a few rays of sunshine spilling in. There was no telling how long Ricky had stayed within the darkness, and he was holding his hand over his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the light. "Ricky?" Irene called out as she walked over to him. Ricky narrowed his eyes, though h