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Lizzie felt her heart drop and she broke into a run, pulling Larry onto the porch with her. "Open the door! Open the door!" she exclaimed, standing directly behind him.
Larry fumbled with the keys and managed to fling the door open. Lizzie stumbled in behind him and slammed the door. Her hand shot out and she hastily locked the door, then pushed back the curtain.
An overpowering feeling of hatred took over as she watched Ronnie come through the gate and advanced towards the house.
"Bastard," she muttered, leaning her head against the glass.
"Lizzie, get out here!" the angry blond commanded.
"Larry, are you parents home?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
Larry shook his head. "I don't know when they'll be back."
Lizzie took a deep breath. "Call the police."
"What do you want me to tell them?"
"Damn it, Lizzie! Get the hell out of that house! Get out here!" Ronnie demanded, pounding against the door.
Lizzie jumped back, staring at the door as though it may burst open at any given second.
"That there is a crazy person outside your house! And that he's threatening me," Lizzie answered. Jerking back around to the door, hope rushed through her as she watching him step off the porch. "He's leaving!" She felt the words freeze in her mouth as he disappeared around the side of the house. Suddenly, she saw his face in the window, twisted into a rage. His fist pounded against the glass as he yelled something she couldn't hear.
"Ronnie, we're calling the police!"
His first smacked against the window, then a thick silence fell over the house.
Her heart still pounding in her chest, Lizzie turned around to Larry. The phone was in his hand his fingers poised over the numbers.
"Hang it up," she sighed, running her hand through her hair.
He followed the order then walked over and gently laid his hand on her back and lead her over to a chair. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "Do you want something to drink?"
Lizzie sighed and nodded. "Some water," she meekly replied. He smiled gently and nodded then hurried into the kitchen. Lizzie took a deep breath and sighed as she leaned back in the chair. Her eyes wearily going around the room. She'd never been inside Larry's house before and had always expected it to be more, well, Larry. The walls were a deep shade of blue; the couches and chairs a contrasting white. All the tables and entertainment centers were a light pine wood.
She rubbed vigorously at her head moaning softly. She couldn't believe this. Ronnie was absolutely out of his mind. With a sigh, she stood up and crossed the room. She stared at a painting on the wall. It looked like a view of Hillridge, something that would be on a postcard.
"Hey," Larry stated softly behind her. Lizzie jumped and turned around to face him.
"Hey, thanks," she answered, taking her drink from him. She sipped the water then nodded towards the painting. "That's pretty."
He nodded. "Yeah, my mom painted it," he answered. He glanced around the room and back at her. "I have to go up to my room for a minute, but I'll be right back. Will you be all right?"
"I should be, unless the couches try to attack," she smiled, realizing that she was once against covering her fear with humor.
Larry smiled then ran up the stairs.
Awkwardly, Lizzie stood in the middle of the room. She wondered if her parents would be home yet. She wasn't planning on leaving Larry's yet, she would have felt bad after he'd offered his house as a refuge. A noise by the door caught her attention. Whirling around, she stared at the door. The house was still quiet, she couldn't hear Larry moving around upstairs, then the same sound by the door.
It was so soft and so quiet, it could have been mistaken for a cat or other small animal.
She stared transfixed at the door. Then she saw the doorknob rattle. Her heart jumped in her throat, then she realized with a sigh how stupid she was being, it could have easily been his parents.
She let out a small nervous laugh, wondering what they would think to find her standing in the living room. She moved towards the side, and her eyes glimpsed something. It wasn't his parents. It was Ronnie.
"Lizzie!" He barked, the door suddenly rattling violently. "Get out here!"
With a cry she ran frantically up the stairs. Glancing over her shoulders at the door, she didn't see where she was going and crashed into Larry. His arms went up and he steadied himself and put his hands gently on her shoulders.
She didn't realize tears were streaming down her face until heir buried her head in his shoulder and gasped, "Larry! It's Ronnie! He-he's back at the door!"
"Son of a bitch," he muttered. He glanced down the stairs then at Lizzie. "I'm calling the police." He rubbed her shoulders gently then walked quickly towards a bedroom.
She vaguely listened to the conversation. The minute Ronnie saw the squad car he'd be gone.
Larry reappeared and smiled gently at her. "They're on their way."
She could still hear pounding on the door. Ronnie was still screaming her name, he was throwing things around outside too, loud crashes echoed as various objects hit the house. With a shudder, Lizzie sank down to the top stairs and clasped her hands over her ears. She just wanted it to stop.
Larry sat down on the stairs beside her, his hand gently rubbed her shoulders. "It's going to be all right."
"No, it's not," she whimpered. "The police won't catch him, they'll have no evidence to arrest him! He'll just keep coming and coming and coming. Until he gets whatever it is he's after."
Larry pulled his hands into his lap and stared ahead of him. Suddenly, he stood up and ran down the stairs. Before Lizzie could process what he was doing, he'd unlocked the door and flung it open.
"Larry no!" she screamed, running down the stairs behind him.
Ronnie had stepped back obviously surprised to see him. "I just want her, don't do anything stupid," he commanded.
"You're on my parents' property, trying to break into my house," Larry stated surprisingly calm. "Threatening my friend."
"Look, asshole," Ronnie snapped. "Let Lizzie come out here and everything will be fine, I'll go away."
"Not going to happen," Larry stated.
Ronnie reached for a broken flower pot. "We'll do this the hard way," he replied.
Sirens suddenly wailed. Lizzie felt her heart leap. Ronnie's face looked panicked, he dropped the flowerpot and ran around the back of the house. "This isn't over!" he fading voice promised.
She came outside onto the porch and stared at Larry. Never in her life had she been as grateful to hear those sirens as she was then. After what Ronnie had done to Gordo with his bare hands, she shuddered to think what could have happened if the approaching police car had been only moment late.
Lizzie felt her heart drop and she broke into a run, pulling Larry onto the porch with her. "Open the door! Open the door!" she exclaimed, standing directly behind him.
Larry fumbled with the keys and managed to fling the door open. Lizzie stumbled in behind him and slammed the door. Her hand shot out and she hastily locked the door, then pushed back the curtain.
An overpowering feeling of hatred took over as she watched Ronnie come through the gate and advanced towards the house.
"Bastard," she muttered, leaning her head against the glass.
"Lizzie, get out here!" the angry blond commanded.
"Larry, are you parents home?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
Larry shook his head. "I don't know when they'll be back."
Lizzie took a deep breath. "Call the police."
"What do you want me to tell them?"
"Damn it, Lizzie! Get the hell out of that house! Get out here!" Ronnie demanded, pounding against the door.
Lizzie jumped back, staring at the door as though it may burst open at any given second.
"That there is a crazy person outside your house! And that he's threatening me," Lizzie answered. Jerking back around to the door, hope rushed through her as she watching him step off the porch. "He's leaving!" She felt the words freeze in her mouth as he disappeared around the side of the house. Suddenly, she saw his face in the window, twisted into a rage. His fist pounded against the glass as he yelled something she couldn't hear.
"Ronnie, we're calling the police!"
His first smacked against the window, then a thick silence fell over the house.
Her heart still pounding in her chest, Lizzie turned around to Larry. The phone was in his hand his fingers poised over the numbers.
"Hang it up," she sighed, running her hand through her hair.
He followed the order then walked over and gently laid his hand on her back and lead her over to a chair. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "Do you want something to drink?"
Lizzie sighed and nodded. "Some water," she meekly replied. He smiled gently and nodded then hurried into the kitchen. Lizzie took a deep breath and sighed as she leaned back in the chair. Her eyes wearily going around the room. She'd never been inside Larry's house before and had always expected it to be more, well, Larry. The walls were a deep shade of blue; the couches and chairs a contrasting white. All the tables and entertainment centers were a light pine wood.
She rubbed vigorously at her head moaning softly. She couldn't believe this. Ronnie was absolutely out of his mind. With a sigh, she stood up and crossed the room. She stared at a painting on the wall. It looked like a view of Hillridge, something that would be on a postcard.
"Hey," Larry stated softly behind her. Lizzie jumped and turned around to face him.
"Hey, thanks," she answered, taking her drink from him. She sipped the water then nodded towards the painting. "That's pretty."
He nodded. "Yeah, my mom painted it," he answered. He glanced around the room and back at her. "I have to go up to my room for a minute, but I'll be right back. Will you be all right?"
"I should be, unless the couches try to attack," she smiled, realizing that she was once against covering her fear with humor.
Larry smiled then ran up the stairs.
Awkwardly, Lizzie stood in the middle of the room. She wondered if her parents would be home yet. She wasn't planning on leaving Larry's yet, she would have felt bad after he'd offered his house as a refuge. A noise by the door caught her attention. Whirling around, she stared at the door. The house was still quiet, she couldn't hear Larry moving around upstairs, then the same sound by the door.
It was so soft and so quiet, it could have been mistaken for a cat or other small animal.
She stared transfixed at the door. Then she saw the doorknob rattle. Her heart jumped in her throat, then she realized with a sigh how stupid she was being, it could have easily been his parents.
She let out a small nervous laugh, wondering what they would think to find her standing in the living room. She moved towards the side, and her eyes glimpsed something. It wasn't his parents. It was Ronnie.
"Lizzie!" He barked, the door suddenly rattling violently. "Get out here!"
With a cry she ran frantically up the stairs. Glancing over her shoulders at the door, she didn't see where she was going and crashed into Larry. His arms went up and he steadied himself and put his hands gently on her shoulders.
She didn't realize tears were streaming down her face until heir buried her head in his shoulder and gasped, "Larry! It's Ronnie! He-he's back at the door!"
"Son of a bitch," he muttered. He glanced down the stairs then at Lizzie. "I'm calling the police." He rubbed her shoulders gently then walked quickly towards a bedroom.
She vaguely listened to the conversation. The minute Ronnie saw the squad car he'd be gone.
Larry reappeared and smiled gently at her. "They're on their way."
She could still hear pounding on the door. Ronnie was still screaming her name, he was throwing things around outside too, loud crashes echoed as various objects hit the house. With a shudder, Lizzie sank down to the top stairs and clasped her hands over her ears. She just wanted it to stop.
Larry sat down on the stairs beside her, his hand gently rubbed her shoulders. "It's going to be all right."
"No, it's not," she whimpered. "The police won't catch him, they'll have no evidence to arrest him! He'll just keep coming and coming and coming. Until he gets whatever it is he's after."
Larry pulled his hands into his lap and stared ahead of him. Suddenly, he stood up and ran down the stairs. Before Lizzie could process what he was doing, he'd unlocked the door and flung it open.
"Larry no!" she screamed, running down the stairs behind him.
Ronnie had stepped back obviously surprised to see him. "I just want her, don't do anything stupid," he commanded.
"You're on my parents' property, trying to break into my house," Larry stated surprisingly calm. "Threatening my friend."
"Look, asshole," Ronnie snapped. "Let Lizzie come out here and everything will be fine, I'll go away."
"Not going to happen," Larry stated.
Ronnie reached for a broken flower pot. "We'll do this the hard way," he replied.
Sirens suddenly wailed. Lizzie felt her heart leap. Ronnie's face looked panicked, he dropped the flowerpot and ran around the back of the house. "This isn't over!" he fading voice promised.
She came outside onto the porch and stared at Larry. Never in her life had she been as grateful to hear those sirens as she was then. After what Ronnie had done to Gordo with his bare hands, she shuddered to think what could have happened if the approaching police car had been only moment late.
