78.

Third person’s POV

Dalia was about to retire for the night when she heard a loud humming sound which can only come from a vehicle.

The time was 9:34pm.

She wasn’t expecting anyone. Gently, Dalia removed the sheets covering her torso and made her way to the sitting room. Not many know of her whereabouts.

“Dalia?” Mr. Thompson croaked from the other side of the room.

“Go to sleep papa, I am thirsty.”

“Okay. Good night dear,”

“Good night.” Dalia said, walking towards the kitchen. From the kitchen windows, she could get a better look at who disturbed her sleep. She didn’t want what happened the last time to happen again and with that, she picked a butcher’s knife from the rack.

They wouldn’t mess with her this time around.

Hearing footsteps, she positioned the knife close to her chest, taking her place behind the front door.

Suddenly, a knock was heard.

“Who is it?” Dalia whispered carefully.

“Dalia, I know it’s you so open the door!” Eros