Now there was probably a million persons I was expecting. Not that I knew that many persons, No. But still, I was not expecting my aunt, standing in front of my apartment and smiling like the past years of torture did not happen.
"Hello, little bug," she says smiling.
I grab the door handle too hard my knuckles were probably white by now.
I took in a deep breath.
then I exhale.
I inhale.
Then exhale.
then I look up, staring straight into her eyes
"What do you want," I ask, extremely at my newfound courage and how my voice didn't falter.
"Can I come in?" she asks instead
is she for real? did she ask me that?
I scoffed "no the f**k you can't" I slammed the door but her leg stands in the way.
Did she think that was supposed to stop me in any way?
With all the anger I was feeling,
