21 LET'S RUN AWAY

Abby was disturbed from her deep slumber by a knock on her door. She groaned in annoyance and picked up her phone beside her to check the time, and it read three in the morning.

"Who was knocking at my door this early morning? Wait, what if it's a theft? But I don't have anything here. What if it's a rapist?" She instantly feels nervous. Slowly, she tip-toed and peeked at the small gap in her door, but she saw nothing. She let out a sigh of relief with her palm on her chest, where her heart was beating rapidly because of fear. She returned to her bed, but a knock was on her door again. She frowned.

She took a kitchen knife inside her drawer, unlocked her door, and yanked it open.

She shrieked in fright when someone fell in front of her. Her eyes widened when she recognized who it was.

"Matt." She kneeled beside him, who was chuckling, lying in front of her. "You're drunk." She whispered, helping him to sit up and lean his body on her before she pushed the door close.

"Come on, stand