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Ileaned back against my padded headboard and tried to calm my rolling stomach.As I sat there, trying not to barf, a light sound caught my attention.
Itwas the closing of the front door.
Iperked up, forgetting all about the fact I was suffering from an attack of anunsuspecting hangover.
HadI forgotten to lock the door? I never forgotto lock the door. But I was usually not running from my best friend.
Theone time I don't lock the damn door is the one time a burglar decides to come a'calling.
Toobad for mister criminal I had a plan for something like this. I was the kind ofgirl that always had a plan.
Icrept into the bathroom, being as quiet as I could, and reached into thecabinet. I pulled out my weapons (hey, all the crap women have to do tothemselves to look good definitely qualify as weapons) and gripped them closelyto my chest with both hands.
Myheart was beating so hard against my ribs that it actually hurt and I had towork to not gasp for breath. Catching my intruder by surprise was key to myplan.
Movingquickly through the dark, I moved to the bedroom door, leaning against the walland peering out into the darkened hallway. I could see the top of the stairsfrom where I stood, as well as the railing that ran alongside the hallway tokeep someone from falling into the stairwell from upstairs.
Courtesyof the nightlight down in the entryway (it came in handy when I wanted a drinkin the middle of the night); I saw a shadow move against the wall. The figurewas large and distorted against the tall bare wall of the stairwell.
Upuntil that point, I hadn't been certain someone was in the house.
Butnow I couldn't deny it.
Therewas a robber in my house.
Hefor sure had nefarious plans.
Toobad for him I had a really shitty night and wasn't in the mood.
Ashis foot stepped on the bottom stairs, I slinked out the door and along thewall, keeping my eyes trained on the top of the stairs. He began climbing (Iwas very unimpressed with his quietness, or rather lack thereof), and as heclimbed, I slipped along the wall, moving through the darkness until I wasstanding in the corner directly across from the top of the stairs.
I saw his shoulders appear as he continuedupward. He was wearing a dark coat and a dark hat... He was nothing but a large,ominous shape in the night.
Iswallowed. The sound of my saliva scraping down my dry throat made me wince,and my palms were sweaty, causing me to tighten my grip on my weapons.