Chapter Fifty Seven
She was left clutching the phone in the darkness. Lord, how far away was he? How long would it take him to get here? She wondered.
There was another noise from the front of the house, this time the sound of the patio door opening. With her pulse pounding in her throat, she jumped out of bed ran to the bedroom door and locked it. But how much good would that do her? The person could break down the door and she would be left at his or her mercy. She prayed for Asher to show up.
She was about to call the police when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Heavy footsteps. A man's footsteps. Then someone tried to turn the knob on the bedroom door and, after discovering it was locked, started kicking the door. Kimberly almost screamed.
She was dressed only in the long T-shirt she'd worn to bed. She opened her back door and ran to the balcony. She had no where to go. She couldn't possibly jump down because she could break her leg or hands or maybe worse —her neck.