Maya
I walk into the dark living room, heading to my bedroom so I could just fall right into bed. But the hair on my neck stood up, I got the feeling when you know someone is right behind you. I could almost feel the heat, the breathing. I spin around slowly looking into the dark corner. I reach for my gun slowly just as a dark figure emerge for the darkness.
In a blink of an eye, the lights flickered on, I was staring at the man from the picture. I held my gun up, aiming at his head. Millions of questions were running through my head, but the most important one was how the hell he got in my apartment?
"I'm not here to hurt you," his accent takes me off guard
"I told you I'll come back, Maya I know you don't remember me but I'm the last person you need to be scared of."
