Night Visitor

The banging on the door woke her. At first she thought the banging was the headache thanks to the several shots Carrie had shoved down her throat, but then she began to come fully awake and her mind shifted to the thoughts of someone trying to break into her house. That was until she heard a familiar accented voice call her name. Confused, Talia dragged herself out of bed and shuffled her heavy feet to her bedroom door. She opened it only to flinch at the loud banging that shook her door with such force, one would think there was a bulldozer on the other side. Thinking of her neighbors, especially the old lady down the hall that complained about every little thing — it was amazing she wasn’t already outside yelling about the noise — Talia ran the short distance of her open space living room and kitchen, between the two doors and yanked it open.

“What is your problem?” she yelled at the intruder a decimal above a whisper.

It took her a moment to realize who the six feet plus wide frame