I walk as softly as I can, on the balls of my feet, toward the door. The sweat is beading up on my brow, my palm wet from squeezing the grip on my glock. I edge painfully slowly towards the peephole. God, please don't let them notice the light change in the peephole. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest as I try to control my breathing. My whole life flashes in front of me with every tick of the clock. Oh, no. I can hear a random country song playing on the radio in the kitchen, please God, don't let them hear it. But I can hear Tammy telling us to "stand by your man". Even though its on low volume, it sounds as if its booming through the dark dusty house. I see a cockroach scurry past my foot as I begin to do the unthinkable and look through the peephole. Every muscle in my body is taut, screaming "NO!", but I can't stop the insanity that has brought me to the door. I look out, and realize my worst nightmare. Yes it is the Jehovah's Witnesses.
2007-09-07
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