She was still hoping Chase would tell her all of her stuff was still inside once he had opened the door. When he didn't immediately reassure her, Kiley slipped past him into the empty room. Her bed was gone, her dresser. The pretty lights that had been draped along the ceiling above her bed. She didn't say anything until she moved into the bathroom. Empty. Everything was gone.
"They're not fucking with us," Kiley said, turning back into the room. She was clearly agitated. "We moved my computer. Pretty much all of my stuff. They must have seen that and just assumed I was finished having my own room. Or they got pissed that I moved my stuff into your room at all and just did this as some sort of shitty punishment. I don't know." She was trying not to freak out, but Kiley was aware she was starting to fail. She'd had some doubts about moving into Chase's room completely, wanting to maintain her own space, just in case she needed it, or he needed it, and now she had nowhere to go if things were sour. And her room was gone. Everything that they had done to it to suit her tastes... Kiley did like being with Chase, and in his room, but it still felt a bit like a punch to the gut.