“Becca!” The sound of banging woke me up in the middle of the night, and with much reluctance, I climbed from my bed and made my way towards the front door. At 2:00 in the morning, there had better be a good reason for someone to wake me, but when I looked through the peephole, I was shocked.
Allison stood on the other side, beating her fist against the door as if she owned the place and wanted in. I was done with her bullshit, and more than anything, I just wanted to be left alone.
Yanking the door open, I stared at her with narrowed brows and clenched fists. “What the f*ck do you want?”
“What do I want?! What the f*ck are you doing in my apartment?” she scoffed, trying to push past me.
The feeling of anger boiled over in me, and I had finally had enough.
Shoving her back, I watched her stumble. “You assaulted me!” she shrieked. “I’m—”
