Chapter 2
by 
TFwriterdud3
What would you like to do?
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«KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!»
Your eyes snap open at the hard staccato raps coming from your front door. What the fuck? You fumble for your phone with a groan, trying to figure out what ungodly hour you're being awakened at.
10 AM. Ten in the goddamned morning. "Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath. This is unconscionable.
«KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!»
More knocking. What now?
