Slamming the door of his car loudly shut, Vincent sprinted up the stairs of the same shabby house he had visited a few days back with Hannah and started pounding on the door.
The muscles around his shoulders were painfully strained, his face dark with rage he never knew he was capable of. Clenching and unclenching his fingers, he waited impatiently.
His right eye twitched when no one answered the door. Not a single sound came from inside.
The frown on his face hardened. Taking a few steps back, he kicked at the door with all the force he could muster.
“Open the f*****g door!” he yelled from outside, growing more and more impatient, kicking and punching and one time even thrusting his shoulder against the door, almost knocking the poor thing off its hinged.
When someone finally did ope
