Under Arrest

I was sitting on my couch, a throw blanket around me, when the knock came. Thud. Thud. Thud.

My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. Darius and his team had left days ago, after the paparazzi had left. That meant that I was utterly alone.

Another triplet of knocks shattered the quiet in the room. The knocks were more insistent now. I pushed the blanket aside and I walked to the door. I leaned