Helping me (1)
Three Hours Ago:
"Demetri! Open this door right now, or I swear I'll bring a bulldozer to tear your house down!" Roger's voice blared through the loudspeaker, echoing through the quiet neighborhood.
Inside, Demetri lay sprawled on his bed, groaning as he pressed his hands over his ears, desperate to drown out the commotion.
But he knew it was futile.
Roger was as stubborn as a mule, and once he set his mind to something, there was no stopping him just like Lucius. The racket was sure to rouse the entire neighborhood, and Demetri could already imagine his neighbors peeking through their curtains, cursing his name for the disturbance.
With a resigned sigh, he muttered, "This man won't rest until he gets what he wants."