I woke up to sound of my phone ringing. I slid out of bed and picked it up. "Heelllooow?" I yawned into the phone. "Im sorry I couldn't be there to wake you this morning but I'm having trouble with traffic. Will you forgive me?" His voice came over the line but all I heard was I m sorry I couldn't be there.' When I didn't respond he sighed. "Look out your window." I slowly moved over to window picking up the phone base before it fell off the counter. He was standing on the curb staring at me. "Heey, surprised to see me?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I ran and looked my door. "What you don't want to see me?" he sounded sad. "N..no." I managed to say. I hung up the phone. I didn't want to hear his voice again. I Heard a knock at the door and dove behind the couch. "Heey, you alright, I Heard you all the way downstairs." I sighed. It was just Mr. Robson. I slowly walked over to the door and looked through the eye hole I saw and the man with a gun to his head.
I muffled a scream with my hand. "No it's okay . I'm fine you can go home." I looked back through the eye hole and saw the man whispering something to him and when he shock his head the man pushed his gun harder against his head. "Uh...hhmm please let me come in I had some complaints and they we re worried." I watched him say it very unevenly. "No... really I'm fine." I watched as the guy took the gun away from head and walked away. just stood there uneven. After awhile he walked back down the stairs. I let out a sigh I didn t even know I was holding in.
I turned on my bedside table lamp. It was getting dark and made it harder for me to read. I ve been reading all day! I ve been to afraid to go outside. The phone ringing sliced through the silence in the room. I looked up and got out of bed. I stumbled over to the counter. I reached over and picked it up. Helllooow? I yawned. I was surprised to see you still in your work cloths .. I hit the END button and through the phone across the room. My hands came to my mouth on instinct. I turned back to get back into bed when I tripped over the glass coffee table. I hit the floor with a crash. As I started to get up I looked up to find myself looking up at someone. I sat back down pushing my body away. He was here. How did he even get in? I locked everything! Even the windows over the huge drop outside my bathroom. He smiled. You don t look every happy to see me. He knelt down beside me. I pushed farther away but ran into the wall. Don t run . It will just make this soo much harder, and trust me, the more run the more it hurts. His eyes barred into mine. I t thought you weren t going to hurt me? I whispered. Yea well, people can change their minds, cant they? I dug my hands into the carpet underneath me. He stood up and reached down and pulled me to my feet. I backed up until I hit the wall again. My breath was coming faster.
I didn t know what to do. You messed up my plan today. I nodded slowly, remembering him outside my door with Mr. Robson. I shivered. He stepped closer to me. I reached out to hit him but he grabbed my fist and pushed it closer to me. It hurt! His eyes went from calm to angry in that spilt second. I fisted my other hand and hit him in the side that I had recently kicked. He stepped and almost lost balance when he hit the coffee table. I took that second and said for the door, but his foot reached out in front of me and I hit the floor again with thud. I laid on my stomach and rested my head on the ground . This was it. I was going to die. I just laid there motionless. There was nothing I could do. He grabbed my back and pulled me to my feet again. He started to fiddle with the bottom of my shirt. I gasped and jumped back. I started to back up toward s the kitchen. I have to do something! I thought. He was following me. I slid my hand along the counter looking for something . My hand hit the knife holder. I jumped when I herd a knock at the door. There s a call for you down stairs .. are you busy ? Mr. Robson yelled from the other side of the door. No Take a message she s busy. I gripped one of the knifes from the holder. Who s in there? Mr. Robson s voice became worried. None of your business! the guy yelled back. When Mr. Robson banged on the door, the guys just ignored him knowing the door was locked. When he turned around I stabbed him. His eyes were huge and his hands clasped around the handle. He dropped to his knees and let out a big scream. Which made Mr. Robson break down the door and come running in. I pulled the knife out and hit him again. This time he just fell to the ground. It was then that I noticed I was crying. I dropped the knife and my hands came to my mouth. I dropped to my knees beside him. He looked so pale. uuhh . He should get him out of here. Mr. Robson said the door. My head jerked up and I let out I sigh. He was right. I nodded and got up. It was finally over. He was no longer going to be a problem.