❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

∴♡Vision(Dangerous Era) - Part Two♡∴

*.:｡✿*ﾟ So yes, here's to praying that this part goes well.
Here's to also praying that my examination results come out well!
I'm dying of legit worry.

Nevertheless, enjoy!

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With wide eyes, you stare at the door on which the knob is rattling violently. At this point, you know not whether to open the door and face the perpetrator head on or run further into the house and hide. Time is running out and soon enough, whomever is at the door is going to open it.

Your hands and feet move on their own accord as you rush toward the kitchen bench where a stack of knives are organized neatly in a holder. Grabbing the sharpest one, you set the painting down as well as your bags - gripping the knife handle tightly as you begin to inch your way back toward the door.

As the door knob continues to rattle, your breathing becomes rapid as you near the door. Inhaling deeply, you prepare yourself to face whatever may be on the other side.

There's no turning back now.

Suddenly, the lock clicks and you gasp slightly as the door swings open, revealing the individual at the door.

"Oh my god!" you scream, earning a scream from the other person as well. "Audrey?!" you practically shriek as your insides begin to relax.

Audrey was the young maid who usually had a set of keys with her. Hey grey eyes stare at you with fear as she eyes the knife.

"I'm sorry ma'am.." she trembles slightly. 

"Why were you fiddling with the door knob?!" you exclaim, the after nerves still present in your being. 

"Ma'am...I - they key got stuck..." she frowns a little, adjusting her dress. 

"Couldn't you have rung the doorbell?!" you snap, making Audrey divert her eyes to the floor. 

"I....I forgot my bag," she mutters lowly as you step aside to let her go. 

You continue to stand there, quite startled at what you'd just experienced.

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"Did you have to yell at her?!" Michael growls as he stands in front of you with folded arms.

It's a little after midnight and Michael had just returned from visiting his sick mother. Upon returning, he'd called Audrey, only to hear her crying rather uncontrollably.

When Audrey had relayed her encounter with you to him - he was quite furious as Audrey was one of the most docile girls he'd ever met.

"The door knob was rattling violently!" you defend. "I was all alone at home! Don't you reckon I had a right to be startled?!"

"Not enough to yell at her the way you did!" he retorts with gritted teeth.

"It's not like I hit her or anything!" you scoff. "I was just annoyed!"

"That didn't warrant your behavior!" he responds angrily.

"Are we really going to fight about this?" you scoff in disbelief. "I guess some things never change," you mutter, referring to the fact that you and Michael would always end up arguing one way or the other.