her tone shifted from her first reaction of anxiety to anger.
I quickly kept pressing on to my room closing and locking the door behind me.
I could her her screaming and demanding I'd confess to my actions.

She was pounding loud and vigorous against my door. She was slamming both of her fists against the thin piece of wood. In my mind i thought for a moment that her loosely wrought towel must have slipped from her body by now and i might be able to see her through the keyhole of my door.

But i just kept sitting on my bed, pressing my back against the wall. Waiting for what was inevitably going to come next.