Do you think we should go in the back or the front? I asked, looking up at the daunting mini house situated next to the grander scale mansion.

Back door. Millie said quietly, her gaze pensive and penetrating the white walls of her estate.

We trudged round to the back, the night was so still yet a fugitive breeze hung in the air, manipulating the leaves to bristle amongst the thick bodies of trees. Snapping my attention to the thick foliage every now and then. My eyes scouring the darkness, only to witness the after math of the disturbance.

Still clutching my hand, eyes wide and scared like a doe caught in headlights. Millie pulled out her set of keys for the guest house. Flicking through the unique small metal tickets, she settled on one.

As the key slipped into the lock, a click sounded and the door opened slowly. Showing the dark interior of the kitchen. We both stood there for a moment, taking in the shadows, making sure none were person shaped or moving. I took a step inside and another bang sounded, it was definitely coming from inside the guest house now. Shuffling followed and a second thud. I glanced at Millie, unsure as to what we could achieve going in all guns blazing with one base ball bat and two scared women.

Millie no longer held the look of a woman on death row, her expression was ebbing further towards curiosity than anything else. She looked at me, placing her index gently against her lips. Indicating for me to be quiet. I nodded, slightly confused as Millie took control.

Pulling my hand she led me from the kitchen, through the living room and half way up the stairs. Now this guest house was planned out so the second floor consisted purely of a bedroom with an ensuite. However this bedroom wasn’t walled in, the stairs led straight into it. The idea being to be able to look out onto the living room from the bedroom, not providing much privacy but creating a modern, open plan feel to the house.

This also meant sound carried very well and the sound which was carrying from the bedroom to us didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. Millie quietly took another step up, motioning for me to stay put. Going up on her tip toes Millie peered up to the bedroom. The grin which spread across her features was quickly replaced by shock.

It was fairly obvious one of the voices was Max, which made me feel slightly uncomfortable as I really didn’t want to hear my girlfriends sister having *****. The other voice was making me feel very uneasy, the recognition began my stomach churning.

Millie looked down at me wide eyed and held her free hand over her mouth to suppress the giggles. I was then being pulled back down the stairs and through the house. Once we were outside Millie released her voice.

Oh my god! I cant believe I just saw that, I thought Lizzie was straight!