She couldn’t move. It had been four years sence she had seen him. Four years sence he had put her in the hospital. And now, here he is knocking on her door while she was home alone.
“Kristine! I know you’re in there! Open the door!”
He was yelling loudly, she was sure the neighbors could hear him. Not like they would care at all. “Kristine! It’s me! Open the door!” he continued screaming, along with many other, violent words.
About five minutes later she decided she would open the door. Out of fear. Slowly she pulled it open, and there he stood. His back to her. She thought of quickly closing the door before he noticed she was there, but before she could do anything he turned to face her.