Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Open up Adela, please."
"Go away" scrambling to my feet.
Pacing the kitchen, biting my freshly polished nails, swigging my wine. I snatched the cordless off the hook.
Maybe I should just call the police. Pacing some more up and down, clutching the phone.
He bangs again.
What's he thinking? Is he that desperate? I should be intrigued, but I wasn't. Okay just a little.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"I will call the cops."
"Whatever, Adela. Call the cops. I am not going anywhere until we talk. Please."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I raise the volume. Trying to ignore him.
"You forget that I have your keys. I am letting myself in."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Looking for a place to hide. Lowering the volume.
For god's sake, stop being so pathetic, Adela. Resting my glass down.
I could do this.
I wanted to keep my eyes closed and hold my breath, but I needed to see and breathe.
Building my defenses.
My hair a knotted mess, my face oily. Hopefully he wouldn't find me attractive and go away. The worst I look, the better.
I stormed across the floor plan from the kitchen to the living room, opening the door in a huff.
I am doomed. I keep underestimating, forgetting the effect he had on me.
Damn you Jamie, trembling at the sight of him.