The Confrintation

She slowly crawled into the room she could feel the sweat dripping down her neck. The hair on her arm stood straight in the air. She knew he wasn’t far behind. She listened for his footsteps in the outside corridor. She prepared her self for their final confrontation. She stuck a small knife in the boot of her shoe. She stripped down to her tank top and jean shorts. She stuck a small handgun in the back of her pants. She tightly gripped a baseball bat her profusely sweating hands. She was ready. She would take no more. She prepared her self for the last meeting. She heard his footsteps nearing her door. She felt a lump in her thought as he began to knock. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her beating heart. Slowly she opened the door. It creaked as she did so adding tension to the already morbid sitiuation. She starred at him for a second d he penitrating green eyes burning right through her. He spoke but a single sentence. “So you ready for our date?!”