Panic At The Door
The quiet calm of my morning shattered with a frantic, almost thunderous pounding at my door. “Open up!” Daniel’s voice cracked, teetering between desperation and fury, vibrating with a kind of urgency I’d never heard from him before. Still groggy and rubbing my eyes, I shuffled to the door, peeking through the peephole to see his sweaty, wild-eyed face, his fingers trembling over his phone screen. The message on it screamed, “You deserve every bit of this chaos.”
Panic At The Door
It was obvious his ex had orchestrated this timing to perfection. The absurdity of the situation almost made me laugh as I reached for the handle and swung the door open, bracing myself for whatever drama he was about to unload.
Caught In The Web Of Lies
Daniel stood there on my doorstep like he’d seen an apparition, finger raised mid-accusation, blurting out, “Did you just—” only for his words to dissolve the instant he caught sight of my smirk. I leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing my arms, savoring the tension in the air. “Lose something?” I asked sweetly, tilting my head. “Like, say… six months of free internet?”
Caught In The Web Of Lies
The color drained from his face as his jaw slackened, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as the reality of his situation dawned on him. It was a rare, gratifying moment where truth and consequence finally collided.
