Page 91 of David's Chase

I’m so entangled in him that I’ll need scissors and a strong will to remove myself from his soul.

I’m still living that fantasy of him and me and the large bed where he had made me come more than once when a sharp noise tears into the evening air outside.

I flick my eyes to the front door, all tensed up.

“What the…?”

I slide off quietly, straighten up, and tiptoe to the door.

Headlights sweep the front of my house as if a giant reflector is pointed at my place.

Please don’t tell me I have to deal with more craziness today.

I sneak to the window and peer outside.

A cab is parked behind my ride, and someone with a big flashlight gestures toward my place.

Intermingled voices echo in the air.

“What?”

I run to the other window, unable to see the person behind the flashlight.

“Please don’t come here. I’m sure this is not the place you’re looking for. It must be a mixup.”

Still mumbling words, I refuse to stay glued to the window, so I turn around, pick up my cup of tea, and go to the kitchen to replenish it.

A twinge of frustration pours through my veins.

“I thought this was a quiet neighborhood.”

I don’t even finish saying that, and someone knocks on the door.

I wish I didn’t speak with David moments ago.

For a second there, it would cross my mind that he was at the door.

That’s not the case, obviously, so I put on my resting bitch face and get ready to snap at the person molesting my door.

They knock on the door again.

I take a sip of tea, suck in a long breath, and clutch my phone––ready to record everything for the cops later–– before heading to the door.

I don’t look outside, so eager to give them a piece of my mind. I open the door, and I’m in for a big surprise.

My anger vanishes as I take in the woman in front of me wearing sweatpants, a wind jacket, winter boots, a cap, and a flashlight in her hand.

“Surprise,” she says, and I almost fold into an origami.

“Chloe?”

Our arms open, and she jumps into my hug while I embrace her lightly, unsure what to believe.

She hugs me tightly before we break away from one another.

“Surprise,” she says again, and I couldn’t agree more.

For the moment, my brain gets flooded with assumptions.

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