Who's there?

A beam of light shears through creases in the drapes. And rolls from one corner of the room to the other. The television reflects the scurrying light. You could watch all the shadow puppets along the wall return to their places; behind the lampshade, and coat hanger racks. Refocusing to the dark is only momentary. Once we adjust, we are wide eyed with ears pealed back. Our senses are on high alert. I'm scared to breath. That a single breath will reverberate like a drum roll, and break our dark cover. My eyes manage to catch hers, as I strain to make out the curvature of her hips. I can make out cheek bones, and where her lips tremble. I try to tell her with gentle motions that it will be okay, but I know by my pounding heart beat, my fear can't lie. She's scared, and I don't blame her. So was I. She was who they're after. I wasn't there. In fact before tonight, I slept with no fright at all. I slept comfortably with out disruptions day in day out. What if i just yelled? Broke the darkness with cutting rage for everyone within hearing distance? I know any rooms this side of the motel would have to hear, and call for help.
Wouldn't they? Someone would have to...Someone,right?
The car outside came to a stop. The engine then came to a tinkering die. The first door opened, and shut. Once the second door opened and shut, there was a very brief lapse of silence. Then a trunk door slammed shut. Followed by the sound of metal scrapping across blacktop pavement. She had held her breath as long as she could manage, and she released a gasp of air in terror.
We could hear two voices outside the door marked 217. Large men. Stringy hair,and greasy. Two clashing styles. One obeisant figure reaking of tar and nicotine. The other man, chiseled and wearing a tweed coat. The two of them at wits end with the chase...Ready to settle a score past due. A hardened man. A liar and cheat...
"this is their car isn't it?" said the man in tweed
His partner exhaled smmoke from his joint, and paused, showing the face of a man putting serious thought into something.
"slice the tires...and call Mark" he took another hit. "then we go in, and we talk....she can make our next move. It's on her."
"okay, done and done"
The quiet lasted about 5 seconds.....
And then there was a knock. A light rapper on the door.....
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