Novel & Cerita Wound Up At Your Door

I looked at the wall and saw a red x, I pressed it, a small compartment popped out of the wall, and a hand gun hung in it. “How in the hell did they do all this shit. I know I'm not getting my damn deposit back. I'm telling momma, because somebody giving me back my damn money.” I said to myself as the door bell rung again, I pushed the gun back into it's compartment, look through the peephole, and see Unique. “What the fuck is he doing popping up to my damn house, see this what the fuck I’m talking about. People be rude as hell just popping up at folk’s house without calling first.” I said unlocking my door, barely opening it.

Patient. Like a door that had finally heard the right key turn in its lock.

I notice a small white slip pushed through under my door, and I picked it up to read it. Trial Day #1: The Go Project package is in the box. I flip the back of the paper and I see Jaclyn S. Tarr boldly written on it. I reach for the doorknob and open the door before stepping out, but I see no one. Whoever knocked a minute ago has already left and there was no more sign of him at the door or street. Whoever it was probably got tired and left. If that’s true, they have such small patients. My eyes drop to beside the door, trying to find the box stated in the small paper, but I see nothing.

Every place took its own space and would fit together when needed. As she contemplated everything that she needed to. The doorbell rang, and she went to the door. Her brother was standing there with a box in his hands. “This is a short-range one, but it works better and won’t affect cell phones or Wi-Fi.” He pressed the button, and the lights dimmed for a second, and then he did it again when everything had reset. “Just to be sure.”

My face throbs and the taste of blood lingers in my mouth. Hopefully, I don't get a bruise. Because that would mean I'd have to skip work tomorrow, and I'd hate for that to happen since money right now was tight and non-negotiable. I gather the last shard of glass in my palm and head for the trash just as a knock on the door resonates in the air. “That must be your aunt. I'll get it. You stay there and clean up this mess.” How noble. Tossing the shards into the trash, I wipe my hands on a fresh towel and begin making my way back to the living room—only to freeze when I see who is standing at the door.

Luck has made our path cross outside of the clinic and he's right here in her apartment, looking unbothered as he waits for me to dress up to answer the door. "Are you expecting anyone?" he finally breaks the weird silence, as my eyes are fixed on the doorway wondering who it could be. I wasn't expecting anyone. Something in me wished it hadn't ended as I try to distract myself from the passion building up inside of me He walks toward the door before me. "Could be the neighbors," I reply, still catching my breath. “It's almost midnight, don't they sleep,” he replies as he tries to answer the door. “I'll get that,” I rush to the door before him, pulling him back slightly.

“How are your injuries?” “It’s none of your business.” “I’m outside your house right now. I’ve something to tell you. Open the door.” Thea hung up the phone and stood up.

I cried until I couldn't anymore. It's not over yet. They can send someone anytime. Anywhere. I'm not safe here. Not anymore. As soon as that thought entered, someone knocked on my door. It was not a gentle one. It's a full-on banging. I quickly wiped my face and tried to locate something to use as a weapon. A girl can't even cry without a break. My life sucks. I held the rolling pin in my hand and opened the door just a fraction (no peephole to the doors for those of you, who are wondering, I know, I know, cheapskate landlord).

I dumped my empty cup in the trash can and collected the Grande Mocha Frappuccino for Mr Brett and left for the office after bidding goodbye to my friend, Steffanie. I finished my work and went to my place, it was open. I clearly remember closing the door before leaving for the office , then how was it open? Did someone barge in? What if some thief is inside? Omg! I don't know what to do. But when I looked closer, the door wasn't opened by any force. What if the thief cracked the code? I slowly walked in and locked the door behind to make sure the thief wouldn't escape through the main door. I kept my steps quietly on the floor looking around my house searching for that person. I heard somet

“You’re running out of time.” A pause. Then— The door opened.