One knock turned into two knocks. When Jordan didn't get an answer, he started banging the door.
There was no need for banging the door so loud the neighbors heard and yet he continued. For all the days Jordan wished for a superbeing to do its thing, it was at that moment.
He hoped, and wished for the door to open and Sheryl would come out tell him how sorry she was and he would never leave him.
He didn't care when some kids in uniform pointed at him and began whispering to each other. He had ideas of what they might be talking about. From how lunatic he looked to them telling each other, 'oh, look at him, poor boy.'
He saw pity across their faces and as much as he wanted to shout at them and ask them to go away or stop feeling pity for him, he turned around and continued banging the door.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
