cluded that she must be fast asleep. He hit the door again, harder this time, sending a ricocheting vibrat

f she didn’t show up, he would have to break into her flat. It was the only safe haven that he knew of at the moment that was close by. It was then he realised that since he had left his flat, he hadn’t heard any noise. No sound of any sort. Just a

rocked back and forth. The left leg of his jeans was torn and he could see a few spots of blood

e-enter his flat at some point whether it was night or day. The thought made hi

. Then again, he never bothered with things like that when it came to girls. What they did when he wasn’t around was their business, not his. He pulled on his

am not in the mood for more of your gam

sperate attempt to get her to l

a, ple

to fall on my bed and drift to somewhere beautiful in my dreams.”

ut that, but right this moment he nee

e felt only minutes ago returned. The situation that he was in finally dawned on him. He had left a defensel

past him

other night is back and it is worse this time,” he said in a rush. “There was a bright light tha

ust say?” Amanda asked, shaking her head and frowning

ying. They were different and they were talking to the girl I brought

ome home with a girl every night, Matt? And always a different one

shake her. Instead he clenched

and not worry about what my neighbour thinks of me? Ther

Amanda said. “And I am not judging you

ith somewhere to crash for the night. Then, I’ll begin searching for a new place. I

what about the poor girl in your room?” Amanda asked him,

erson and always ran from the first sign of danger, that was how he had survived in the rough neighbourhood

morning came. "But - I don’t know if she can survive the night,” he confessed and looked dow