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Hearing a knock on the door startled Angel..
She was in the kitchen making fried chicken with a seafood Alfredo pasta.
Stopping her movement she didn't know where to stay where she was or run.
The knocks got harder and harder until they turned into loud beats.
ANGEL OPEN UP!!
I KNOW YOU FUCKING IN HERE!
FIVE MINUTES IS ALL IM GIVING YOU BRFORE I COME IN!!
Angel knew that voice from any where, that one voice sent chills down her skin making her shiver. Not knowing what to do she ran to the back room grabbing the phone sash's had brought for her.
The beating continued as she shook of fear.
Quickly dialing Sasha's number it rung and rung. Pick up pick up she began to get frustrated with herself.
Sasha could feel something wrong she immediately answered
Angel whats wrong?
He's here,
Sasha he knows where you stay Angel panicked.
Calm down momma listen to me to get through this I need you to take a breather do that now.
Angel listened to her friend.
Where are you at in the house?
Sasha wasn't afraid for her and she can give two fucks about that house, but she was afraid for her best friend.
She wasn't there to protect her friend so now it was time for Angel to fight the devil himself.
In your bedroom
Okay? go lock the door now. Listening she ran and locked the door.
Angel baby, I need you to listen to me mamma pay attention so that we can get you out safe.
Nodding her head as if Sasha could see her, Okay.
Put the phone on speaker and lay it on my night stand. Doing as she told.
Hurry up momma we got to be quick
is he still beating?
Yes.
Okay flip the mattress over now, I need you to put your strength in it.
Flipping the mattress over, where so I put it? Put it in front of the door.
Doing that it will distract him.
What do you have on?
I have on a robe. Take it off now put on some clothes Angel be quick your life depends on it.
She quickly took off her robe slipping on some black sweats and her black hoodie she put on Sasha's army boots she knew would do work.
Done!
Okay Open my patio door grab some slippers and your robe, open my draw on my night stand and your going to see one of my old cracked iPhones. Get that all of it.
Quickly doing as Sasha told she grabbed it.
Throw it off the balcony scatter it make sure it's not all in the same place so he won't know you threw it off but your still in there.
He's about to come in Sasha!
I need you not to panic please we are going to get through this I promise.
Hearing the a loud thud she jumped hearing it again.
ANGEL BABY DON'T GIVE UP ON ME! tears started to stream down both girl's faces. Angel because she was scared each time it gets worse and worse then the last she didn't know if she could hang on any longer. Sasha because she was terrified that her best friend was giving up and going into a panic. She wanted her to fight this and trust her.
Angel baby please fight with me ill fight mentally and you fight physically this is your last fight she cried out.
Okay she said a little above a whisper.
Now Angel he's coming to go in the closet and into my safe get the biggest gun you see.
I'll give you the code when you get in the closet.
Making her way to the closet she heard a big thud knowing that he had got in she tried to stay calm and focus on Sasha. Getting to the safe I'm here, 080998 opening the safe she she pulled out the gun. This is your opportunity to fight whoop his ass I'll be on tie phone but the minute this phone hangs up I'm calling the cops. Now it will take thirty minutes for them to make it.
Do you hear me I got you you will fight this don't let him take over your life and defeat you baby I need you.  Angel sobs began to take over, I'm scared Sasha don't be your covered God has you but I need you to believe that too.
Angel where the fuck you at?
Angel momma hides behind the door using any and everything whoop his ass. Thank you, Sasha, I love you.
Sasha began to cry because she felt like her friend, was giving up.
Angel hid behind the closet door as she heard rattling with the door.
Open this damn door Angel in the count of three I'm coming in.
One, two, three. Something had taken over Angel and she was now prepared for the outcome and prepared to fight till she couldn't fight anymore.
Kicking the door in two times, the weight of the mattress was stoping him from coming in. Shooting the door of the hinges he kicked the mattress down and walked fully into the room.

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