Her gay partner, my enemy’s mother

Elsa's POV

The door jerked open. Aliyah probably forgot something. I kept my eyes glued to the TV. It was my favorite show after all. "You still haven't gone Aliyah. What did you forget this time around?" I asked. I didn't receive a response so I glanced from the Tv to the door. I couldn't find anyone. I definitely heard the door open. Was it a burglar or another type of criminal who entered? My gaze darted throughout the living room but I still caught sight of no one. Fear gripped me as I stood up. Stealthily, I made my way to the kitchen where I could now hear the clattering sound of plates. Suddenly, someone pounced on me. I struggled to wriggle out of the person's grip. "Gotcha!" The voice exclaimed. I screamed in horror and I raised my hand to deliver a smack in the face of my attacker. My hand sliced through the air and halted half way as I recognized my attacker. It was Thelma. "Geez! You startled me. You are a lucky one. I would have hit you so hard that you would have pass