15 The Wrong Door

I called Isabella and went to approach the door as I finally heard the sound of a doorbell. As soon as she picks I swiftly put the phone in my right pocket. It has to be Mark right? He was probably trying the keys but for some reason it couldn’t open…right? And that’s why he gave up and rang the doorbell?

Rotating the door knob I opened the door but….I don’t remember Mark having a long beard with a scar on his eyebrow. As soon as the door opened, all I could make out was the face of what punched me right through my nose the other second. It felt like my bones were playing charades under my nose for a second, then I couldn’t feel it anymore. A spring of blood emerged from the right part of my nose as I was stunned all the way to my knees.

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