Petrified, unable to move, unable to process his intimidating presence at my door. I can't even process his questions because I simply don't understand them. He continues standing in front of me, looking at me in such a threatening way that it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His dark gaze is much darker now, much more intimidating and devoid of any emotion.
The man in front of me is a black panther ready to attack if I make a wrong move.
“I asked you a question, Barbara, answer me.”
I snap out of my catatonic state brought on by his presence in front of me, looking at him totally confused.
“Who doesn't need to knock? Who else has keys, Barbara?” he spits out the questions again bitterly.
“What are you doing here? How did you get into my…?”
“Who doesn’t need t
