Dora woke up with a jolt, her heart racing as the persistent pounding on the door echoed through her room. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze of sleep from her eyes. The clock on her nightstand showed it was only seven, and she groaned in frustration. Who could possibly be disturbing her at such an ungodly time?
Grabbing the pillow beside her, she covered her ears and tried to return to sleep. Whoever it was could go back and return later. They could knock until their knuckles bled and she was not leaving the bed. As expected, the pounding on the door finally stopped and she smiled. See. Let them think she'd gone out of the room while she slept peacefully. However, that feeling was short lived when her phone started to ring, the next minute.
