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S(He) That Is Without Sin

Michael

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Tessa open up this damn door!" I yelled knowing good and damn well she knew I was here. The doorman had paged her to let her know I was on my way up from the lobby. "Tessa if you don't open up this got damn ..." I growled balling my fist in anticipation to strike it yet again. Thankfully she opened it just as her nosy ass neighbor peeked from her own door. 

The smug grin on her face was something I briefly contemplated slapping off. "So now you wanna talk?" She folded her arms across her chest before taking a defensive stance. I slipped my hands into my pockets before they got the chance to wrap themselves around her pretty little neck. 

"Do you mind?" I said cutting my eyes at Mrs. Sugarman. Who was no longer peeking from behind the safety and comfort of her own door. But damn near standing in the hallway with us. She was Tessa's only neighbor which was good. Because living across from this old hag had to have been like having a dozen. She was too nosy for her own damn good and a tad bit racist might I add. Though she'd never openly admit it. Tessa only got a pass because Mrs. Sugarman and Tessa's white grandmother where acquittances of some sort. 

"Absolutely." Mrs. Sugarman said standing her ground while holding a small dog she referred to as Rufus close to her boney chest. 

"Did I knock on her door?" I asked confused by her aggressive demeanor. The woman was every bit of 90 something and weighed a hundred and nothing. I added a few pounds for the mutt in her hands. "Did I knock on your mutherfucking door?" I growled taking a step in her direction. 

I didn't come here to play with her ass today. She had been very rude to me on more than a few occasions. She eventually lightened up a bit. Only after seeing a picture of me with Oprah in one of her many magazine subscriptions. I guess that gave me a temporary pass in her grim eyes. But today she was clearly back on her bullshit. Which was okay because so was I. 

"Don't come any closer or ... or..." She threatened stumbling back a step or two. 

"Or what?" I asked towering over her five foot frame. 

"I'm calling security!" She finally managed to get out. 

"Go ahead and call them. Maybe they can escort your nosy ass back into your apartment. Harassment is still illegal in California last I checked." She clutched her chest as if I had struck her in it. Rufus jumping from her arms and cowardly taking his stance just behind her wrinkled ankles before barking. 

"Harassment!" She repeated clearly offended. "I'll have you know young man I've never harassed anyone a day in my life." She assured pulling at the collar of her plush robe. 

"Mrs. Sugarman it's fine." Tessa finally spoke up. "Really." She reassured Mrs. Sugarman who didn't quite seem to believe her. 

Mrs. Sugarman made sure to cut her eyes at me before slowly retreating back under the bridge she had crawled from out of. 

I took this opportunity to step into Tessa's apartment. She followed behind me gently pushing the door closed. Before she could turn around good I had my hands wrapped around her neck. "What did you do?" I growled into her face after roughly slamming her body against the door. Her eyes glimmered a bit. No sign of fear in sight. My anger had allowed me to forget that Tessa loved this aggressive shit. And for all I knew she was probably turned on by my actions at the moment. But I needed her to know that I hadn't come over here to play any games. She had crossed a fine line with this latest stunt. "What did you do?!" I yelled lifting her from the door and slamming her against it yet again. A little harder than before 

Her face became flushed as the realization that I truly intended to harm her finally seemed to cross her mind. She tugged at my hands but at this very moment I had no intention of letting go. She had to have known this was going to spark a flame within me that very few knew how to extinguish. "Mich ..." She uttered. The sound of helplessness very evident in her voice. I rolled my eyes before finally releasing her. She slowly slid onto the floor coughing and gagging for air. I couldn't hit her so I punched the wall to the right of the door. My fist easily slamming through it leaving a huge hole in it.