Laila POV
I lay there on the bed when a loud knock came.
All the lights were off. Jumping up from the bed, I picked up my phone and Anton’s tennis bat I’d brought with me after locking down the house.
If that wasn’t Anton, they would be sorry. Whoever they were.
Walking quietly downstairs, I tried not to breathe too loudly. Being as quiet as a mouse whenever something like this happened was one safety skill my parents taught me.
I stood by the door to try to see who it was through the peephole.
“Laila open the damn door”, Anton said.
Thank God it was him but how did he know I was at the door? Maybe he’d heard my loud breathing. Well, that wasn’t important. I was thankful it wasn’t the creep from earlier. I’d equipped myself anyway. She might be able to beat or do whatever to me
