Khloe's POV
With my heart in my mouth, I made my way towards the door but I didn't open it, despite the incessant knockings.
Grasping the edge of my dress, I parted my lips to speak but words refused to form as I kept darting my eyes around as fear raked through me.
"Who's there?" I asked with a voice barely above a whisper.
The knocking continued and when I couldn't take it anymore, I yanked the door open only to see Lance standing in front of the door.
Parting my lips, I tried to speak but I was too shocked to even make a sound.
"Are you alright?" He asked with a pitiful expression on his face.
Ignoring him, I tried to bang the door shut but his foot acted as a wedge, preventing me from shutting the door.
"Please leave." I cried, still pushing the door but he was too strong for me.
Everything that was happening now was all because of him. If I allowed him to stay here, I wonder what would happen next.
