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Chapter 11

Chapter 11
September 7th

Bang
I rolled over facing my back to my apartment door trying to ignore the noises coming from outside. I thought nothing of them, I thought it was just one of my neighbours stumbling in drunk. It happens way to often.

Bang Bang Bang
Three more loud bangs made me shoot up from my slumber, they continued to eco throughout my room and that's when I realised someone was banging on my door. My heart started racing and my breathing picked up. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table it reading 3:26am.

What the fuck.

My whole body froze when the banging got louder, my eyes widened, all I could do was stare at the apartment door. With each hit the door shook, I was fully convinced that it was going to swing off of the hinges. I felt my hands trembling underneath my blanket that I had pulled up to cover me more, I really thought this cover was going to protect from whoever is trying to get into my apartment. Very fucking smart Briony.

More bangs came, they hit harder each time, whoever was stood outside really wanted me to open the door, or even get in themselves. I tried to reassure myself that the door was locked and there was no way if anyone getting in but watching the door shake removed all common sense from my brain.

In utter adrenaline, I decided to pull the covers back to head towards the door. I turned my body so my feet hit the cold wood floors of my bedroom. I got up extremely slowly as if the person behind the door could sense my moments. My eyes darted around my room looking for something I could use as self defence if needed. I was in no way going to open the door, I was opting to look out of the peephole.

Bang. Bang. Bang.
Three more bloodcurdling knocks came from the door, bile rising in my throat. I bent down and picked up one of my sneakers in the middle of my room. I hesitantly tip toed to my door, trying to make as little noise as possible. The anxiety running through my veins really started to take its toll on my physical state. Sweat was forming on my brow and my breathing was getting heavier.

I got what felt like 30 centimetres away from the door, when a familiar voice rang through my ears. "Briony, are you awake?!" I stopped, really wondering if that tone matched the person I thought it was. "Please!" Another bang came.

I dropped the sneaker onto my floor and ran up to my door. I looked through the tiny hole in my door to only get a view of brown curly locks covering it. That was all I needed to see to realise that it was Harry banging on my door.

I quickly fiddled with the keys in my door, unlocking it and pulling it open. As I did, Harry came flying towards me. It was like he was using the door to stay up straight, I threw my hands out infront of me to catch him but he managed to pull himself back up. I ran behind him to slam my apartment door shut. "Harry, what the hell are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!"

He very wobbly turned to face me, he lifted his head up and all I could see was blood. There was blood coming from his nose, from his eyebrow and from his lip. He had red marks covering his cheeks. I glanced down at his knuckles and they were also covered in blood. He had one hundred percent been in a fight of some description.

"Oh my god, you need to sit down." I grabbed Harry's forearms and directed him to sit on my bed. He found it really difficult, his legs got twisted as he walked backwards and he was overall just very weak. "What have you been doing?"

"I- um- got in a f-fight." I instantly understood that he was drunk. I could tell by his words and as he spoke I got hit with a smell of pure vodka.