I went to unlock my apartment door and
realized it was already opened. Did I forget to shut it all the way? Has my
mother stopped by? My heart kicked against my ribs as the door creaked open.
“Mom? Is anyone here?” I whispered,
praying she would answer.
The lamp lay sideways, flickering light
across the wreckage. What do I have that someone would want? They must have the
wrong guy. Maybe Pete Gurken finally got the nerve to face me and still chickened
out. Yeah, that’s it. Instead he trashed my place, the moron.
There was a sudden clatter in the kitchen.
“Who’s that? Who’s there?” I panicked.
Nothing could stop my heart from ripping
through my chest now. Cold sweat dripped over my eyebrows, burning my eyes. If
only I had taken that concealed weapons permit class; a weapon would do me some
good right about now. A broom smacked the ground in the hallway, echoing
through the apartment. I grabbed a kitchen knife.
“I’m armed. If you try anything funny, you’re
dead.”
Could I kill someone in self-defense? What
if it was my mom? Would it be self-defense? Ten minutes ago I was having the
best day of my life. It’s a good thing I didn’t bring Jenny here to “show off
my apartment.”
I crawled across the floor, listening for
more noises. Food had been sprawled all over the floor, like guts from wounded
soldiers. Someone was definitely looking for something. I got back to my feet,
when I reached the hallway. I stepped over the fallen broom. Saluting it as if
it had died in battle. Silence.
I couldn’t hear anything. I peered into
the bathroom but nothing was touched.
“The bedroom,” I whispered. I had a safe
under the bed with maybe ten dollars and a toy racecar my grandpa gave me when
I was six. What could this crook possibly be looking for?
The blinds banged off the wall, crashing
onto the desk beneath. I eased against the wall like a ninja, like a spy about
to get his man. Would a knife suffice? The crook still believes I’m armed,
right? I peeked into my bedroom, following the broken blinds to the dirty floor
(pretty sure that was already a mess) and eyed the edged of my bed.
“So you think you can hide under there, do
you?” I taunted the captive as I jumped onto the bed, grabbing the bedding to
uncover the thief.
“HIISSSS!”
I screamed, as a raccoon scurried across
the floor. I collapsed onto my bed and hyperventilated for a few minutes, while
the animal escaped. As I composed myself, I burst up laughing at the
ridiculousness of the situation. I called my mom and told her I loved her and
just lay there, pondering about nothing for a minute. Then, from down the hall,
a door creaked open and the lights turned black.
I wasn’t alone. There was an accomplice.
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