Wound Up At Your Door Novels & Stories

And when it does, we’ll need every piece of strength we can gather. I've barely hung up the phone when another unexpected knock sounds on my door.

“Wrap her in a towel.” “And while you’re answering the phone, someone knocks at the front door. Would you answer it?” Uncertainty crossed her face. “It might be the fire brigade,” I suggested. “Or maybe your social worker.” “I’d answer it,” she decided quickly, nodding hard. “When you open the door, your neighbour says some boys smashed her window with a rock. She has to leave for work and wants you to wait in her flat for the glazier.” “Little bastards,” Sharon muttered angrily, clenching her fists. “Always throwing things.”

Must look that way because of removing the little bit of dried leaves that were there. When I finally reach the door, I lift up my hand and knock using the brass knocker on the door. "Coming!" Scarlett yells. She opens the door in a rush with a "Oh, you're early! Awesome, I was dying to get a jump on these cupcakes. Come on in."

“He what?” “We’re over.” Charleigh gasped when her doorbell went off.

When will it end? I am about to raise my hand to knock on the door when I notice something new on it. I have never seen it there before. It is a small piece of cardboard stuck to the door. On the cardboard is a message in neat handwriting: 'KNOCK!' My brows furrow. What is this? How long has this been here? Since the sign tells us to knock, I might as well go against it. I don't bother to think about it, I just push the door open.

‘How does one reach out to her when no number is displayed on the flier but only a symbol?’ Brendan looked up and landed his gaze on the tightly-shut door of the supermarket. The proprietress drowsily opened the supermarket door and muttered, “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why are you knocking on the door so early in the morning? If it’s nothing important, I swear I’m going to f*ck*ng—” In the next moment, her voice halted to a stop.

Time passes by like a bubble, with a small lifespan as it bursts up. When I hear the door unlocking, I grasp immediately by the slow opening of the door that Zayn was there. Dad barges in like a boar and then apologizes. Others merely came into my room before knocking on it. So for now, I see a male in uniform walking towards the door as I look at him through the curtain around my bathtub.

"You'll have made the decision before you reach the door." He was right.

The furious pounding on my door suddenly made sense. Standing outside was an enraged family of four. The man at the front, Curtis Vaughn, slammed his fist against the door and pointed at me. "You piece of trash! I finally found you! Wasn't it enough for you to eat and drink for free every day? Now you're trying to destroy us completely? Fine. If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!" Before I could react, he shoved past me and barged into my apartment with his family.

It wasn’t too long when I heard a bang on my door. I flinched like a kitten from fire. It was actually for me or did I hear wrongly? The bang came yet again, and it was as if the intruder would daze me a slap the minute for delaying answering the door. “You smelling, poverty-stricken bitch! Could you please bring your ass out here now or do you want me to come in there and drag you out?”