Shattered Glass | A Short Story [EDITED]

Can't Get Me [Ch. 2]

My eyes widend at the sound of the door jingling harder.

Fuck manifestation. The only time it actually works for me is in air hockey.

I run into the closet and curl up in a ball while praying that when they get the door open that they don't go to the right.

Right to me.

I hear them banging on the door while swearing.

The doorknob wasn't locked, just broken. It had been broken for around a year or two. All you had to do was pull up and it would make a cracking sound before opening.

I hear the intruder yell out of frustration at the door before they—

I think they're headbutting it?

Repeatedly.

Maybe they'll get a severe concussion and die.

That probably won't happen, but a girl can dream.

I start to think of all the things that could happen.

One. They could manage to open the door and un-alive me.

Two. They could manage to open the door and I un-alive them.

With my bat, of course.

Three. They can't open the door and they go home to their goldfish. Or cat. Perhaps a hamster?

Four. They can't open the door so they go back outside, climb a tree and break what I'm assuming would be another window and then—

I hear them start to bang on the door while headbutting it and cursing. Very loudly might I add.

What can I do for them not to get through even if they get it open?

Drag my reading armchair from my room to the door of course.

I slowly started to get up when I heard scratching on the closet door.

First an intruder. Now a mouse.

C'mon man.

Dear Karma, I don't deserve this. All I did was laugh at the kid who fell off the slide at the park.

I never said I wanted to use the bat. I would much rather wait it out until they leave with my remote and some other valuable things.

I take a deep breath and open the door to . . . Nadia?

"My baby, I love you so much. I'm so sorry I forgot about you. I love you, I swear it was just a heat of the moment type of thing. I love you, I really do. You should probably be the one hiding in the closet. Not me."

I grabbed Nadia and placed her into the closet and shut the door.

I quickly ran to my bedroom and got a hold of the armchair before starting to drag it to the door that lead to the stairs.

Once I had almost made it there, I heard what I think was crying from the other side of the door.

I finally pushed it infront of the door and smiled evily as I looked at my handywork.

I started to go back to get my Nadia from the closet. When I finally got her out, I heard them get the door open.

"I got it! I got it!"

My smirk widened when they tried to fully open the door and couldn't.

"What the hell?!"

I snorted before hearing them stop screaming suddenly.

Did they leave?

I heard a loud noise before I saw the chair fall over and the intruder walk out.

Well shit.

At least I know it's a boy now.

No—a man.

A very sexy man.

Even if he's trying to rob me, I can't lie about how good that borderline black hair makes him look.