My phone continued to ring. My door knob stopped it’s violent jig. The phone was the only sound now.
Squeezing the knife with my left hand, I quickly reached for my phone and answered it.
A dull static.
“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”
The voice hit me like a grenade. I was floored. I quickly ran to the door and opened it, breathlessly.
My exwife, dead or alive, can be real bitch…