INCONVENIENT FLAME // PATO O'WARD

TWO

TWO

Sarika Yadav shot up from her bed with a jolt, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, turning her head to the left to see on her clock that the time was four o'clock in the morning.

Her ears picked up the soft sound of tapping which caused a flush of panic to flood through her body, scrambling out of her soft and heavenly bed, her feet hitting the cold floor causing her to gasp.

Her soft hands grabbed a hold a of metal baseball bat, wrapping around the handle as tight as she could, tiptoeing steadily through her home in order to investigate the sound, following it all the way to her front door.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Pato, her neighbor screamed at the top of his lungs as the front door to Sarika's home swung open, a metal bat heading straight for his head as he froze, his eyes widening to the size of saucers.

The Yadav woman suddenly dropped the bat, a glare upon her tired face, her hand shooting to cover the mouth of the man before her since he was still screaming.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Sarika stared accusingly at the young man before her, slowly lowering her hand from his mouth, wiping it on to her pyjamas with a grimace, her eyebrows stitched together in to a glare.

Her body shivered as the cold air entered her home, causing the woman to grab a warm jacket from her coat stand, slipping in to a pair of shoes to keep her feet somewhat warm. Goosebumps licked at her skin, covering her whole body as the coldness hit her.

"You tried to hit me with a bat!"

"You're knocking on my door at four o'clock in the morning!"

The two raised their voices at one another, accusing tones evident within their screams, with Sarika harshly lifting her baseball bat up, placing it underneath the others chin.

"What are you doing here! What possessed you to come and knock on my door in the middle of the night!" Sarika hissed, her nostrils flaring with anger, a flicker of hatred passing through her eyes.

"I came to ask for help!" Pato gasped, raising the both of hands up in to the air, too scared to move his face in case that she hit him with the bat.

"For what?"

"Reversing!"

Sarika stared at the man with a dumbfounded look in her dark eyes, her hand moving to grab the door, slamming it in his face without saying a word.

The jacket was hung back up on to her coat stand, her shoes kicked off her feet as she returned to her bedroom, her head shaking from side to side.

Why on earth did he think that it was a good idea to knock on her door at four o'clock in the morning to ask for her help in reversing his car?

Was he that stupid?

Pato reluctantly removed himself from her doorstep, moving towards his car which was at a strange angle on the concrete that was a shared driveway for multiple houses within the street.

The Mexican man released a deep breath as he tried to calm himself, determined that he could do it by himself, his hands shaking slightly.

He could totally do it.

"Move before I break your bones and steal your car."

Sarika glared at the man with distaste, fury running through her veins, her body now full dressed in clothes that would keep her warm, since it had not been pleasant knowing that Pato had seen her in her pyjamas.