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knocking on your door mother fucker,” he said defensively in a thick accent Dominic wasn’t familiar with.  The man turned his body in toward Dominic, even taking a step in his direction. 
     Dominic opened the door wider. The stranger saw that Dominic was a big guy too, at least six-something with broad shoulders and a thick chest. It wasn’t enough to intimidate him.
     
     
     The pounding on the door was so loud it beat through Hope. Her eyes shot open. She hesitated for only a moment and then sat up and shook Shamayla.
      “I think he’s here.”
      Shamayla sleepily sat up, swaying from side to side. Her eyebrows were lowered in concentration as she listened. 
      “I know you’re in there! Open the door Jezebel!”
       Shamayla gasped.
       “Shit!” She jumped out of bed, her black hair falling flat over one side of her face. 
       “How did he know you’re here?”
        “I don’t know!” Shamayla backed away from the bed and cornered herself.
       “I’ll tell him you’re not here.”
       “No! No, no no!” Shamayla shook her head wildly. “Don’t open the door. Don’t even talk to him!”
       “My car is here, he knows I’m here.”
       “You don’t know what he’ll do!” Shamayla put her hands over her face. “I should call the police.”
     “Open this door or I break it down!”
      “He’s going to break my door down.” Hope tied her hair back and walked across the living room and went into the kitchen, opened a drawer. 
      “Please Hope, don’t open the door!”
      “Shamayla!” He shouted, beating the door with even more force. “You better get out here bitch!”
      Hope slammed the drawer shut.
      “What is that?”
       Hope shrugged. “Mace?”
       “No! Do you know what he would do to you?”
        “I think he stopped.” Hope was unnerved, the little black can tightly gripped in her small, shaky hand. “Maybe he left,” she whispered.
       “I doubt it. It’s never that easy.”
       The girls crept up to the door and listened. At first they heard nothing. Hope put the mace aside. Shamayla was almost convinced herself.
      “I wish I had a peephole,” Hope mumbled. “Go look out the window. Peek, but make sure he can’t see you.” Hope put a hand up which stopped Shamayla in her tracks. “I hear him talking to someone.”
     “Talking to who?” Shamayla went back to the door and tried to hear what she could.
     “I think he’s talking to my neighbor,” Hope whispered.
    “Your neighbor? Who’s your neighbor?”
    “That…guy…You’ve seen him. Big, tall, curlyish hair but he keeps it short…you know, that guy.”
    Shamayla shook her head.
    “Big?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “Can he beat him up? Can he beat up Zefar? You think he will?”
      Hope could hear the voices sharper now; they were arguing and their voices were getting loud. Hope told Shamayla to stay put and stepped out of her apartment, closing the door behind her. She kept her hand on the doorknob. Her neighbor and Zefar looked about ready to get physical. 
      “She’s not here,” Hope said to Zefar. He turned away from Dominic and started moving her way.
      “Yeah she is in there,” he said, giving her a murderous look. Hope remained expressionless but inside she could feel her urine piercing her, wanting to come out. Once at his house he punched a girl in the middle of the face and broke her nose. Hope saw it with her own eyes. Later Shamayla revealed to Hope that the girl was Zefar’s own cousin. And Hope couldn’t forget about the time Zefar slapped up Shamayla in the parking lot of Burger King. He slapped her face, the sides of her head, shoved her to the ground. Hope shouted for help and when some men headed their way, Zefar booked it. He was a mean, heavy blooded type of person.
      As Zefar got closer, Hope kept her eyes on him but could peripherally see the blurry outline of her neighbor. She would never presume a stranger stick