He's tall dark and swarthy and has a limp.
My cheek is burning and I'm crying, shaking through my tears.
I see my green wall to wall to wall carpeting and beige couch wondering am I ever going to see my apartment again?
I can scream but the thick walls in my 100-year-old building will never let anyone hear me.
My eyes travel around the room and I see pictures of
Ivy and myself when she was a month old,
me in a sheer nightgown modeling when I was 24,
Ivy when she was eight in Puerto Rico,
me and Chris when he was a month,
pictures of me at the ruins in Greece,
my mom, dad and Ivy at two months in Florida,
and a handsome picture of Billy in a tuxedo.
God, will I ever see any of them again?
My heart is bursting as he looms over me, just looking not saying a word
with a big black gun in his hand.
I can smell the steaks cooking in the restaurant downstairs.
I can hear sounds of the city but it seems different now.
Now I'm going to die!
The wind is blowing the blinds making a clicking sound like bullets.
It's getting dark outside and I wonder how is he going to kill me?
Maybe rape me???
He turns and looks into the bedroom.
I never should have opened the door!