Sudden Fiction: Third Draft

She stumbled over a box on the living room floor as she paced, back and forth. Feet shuffling, eyes flickering. Left, right, left, right. At the slightest noise made, she flinched. The hairs on her arms standing up as if there were strings attached. Her flinching did not stop her pattern of pacing and stopping to scratch her head. She only had one question on her mind at that moment and it was mainly about that one person. What would he do? Would he come here? Would he find her? What should she do? Are the rumors true? The love of her life had just left prison and now she was in trouble. 'This is karma,' she thought. She hadn't visited him or seen him during the last four years and she was afraid that he might have begun to hate her.
As soon as she heard the sounds, she knew her time was up. She’d have to do something soon, before he got to the door.
Thump, thump, thump. Ding dong…
She jumped, the blood in her system rushing around even faster as she glanced around, wondering what in the world she’d be able to do. Climb out the window? He might see her. Open the door and just run? He’d probably catch her. Go out the back door? He’d hear the creak of the door and know. In the end, all she could do was try to wait it out. She was definitely regretting not greasing the back door’s hinges now. It was her mistake for being lazy.
She went to the living room window and looked out, opening the curtains just a tiny bit as she looked around, spotting his muscular arm. The bulging, muscular arms were folded in an impatient manner, fingers tapping away on his left bicep. She stopped fidgeting so much as she watched the man at her front door. As soon as the man started to turn his head, she hid as fast as she could, knocking over a vase and the flowers in it.
“Shit!” She glanced out the window and saw the man staring straight at her. Her body began to shake in fear before she hid behind the curtains again, praying to herself for salvation.
“Open up! I know that you’re in there!” The man uncrossed his arms and started banging on the door. “Come on woman, open up!”
She got up from the position on the floor, untangling herself shakily from the dark blue curtains. She then walked over to the door and put one hand on the lock and the other on the knob, leaving them there as she tried to straighten herself, keep herself composed. She twisted the lock’s knob, unlocking the door before turning the knob and pulling the door open. She looked up at the man and flinched.
He looked down at the woman, examining her completely. He moved closer to her, step by step, watching her match his footsteps away from him. She looked like a frightened kitten, stuck in a trap with nowhere to go.
“What do you want..?” she whispered to him, bottom lip shivering as his tall figure loomed over her, his shadow threatening to swallow her up.
He reached a hand out her, face still stern, only to have it slapped away by her. He watched quietly as she ran away, following her with quick strides. His long legs carried him farther than her petite body carried her, enabling him to catch up to her in no time. He furrowed his brows, watching as she shrunk away from him. She was moving away as far as she could from him, staying across the room from him, the coffee table separating the room. The tip of her nose and her eyes were turning red as she sniffled, a tear welling up in her eye.
“Woman, what are you running for?”
“W-what do you want from me?” she asked, picking up the fruit knife from the bowl of fruit in front of her, holding it in front of her. Her hands shook as they grasped onto the knife harder, pointing the blade at the man.
“Get over here. Put that shit down.” He moved towards her, silently and quickly.
“No! Go away!”
She lifted her arms, shut her eyes and brought her arms down, slicing the air with the blade before it was abruptly stopped. She opened her eyes to see blood, then started crying harder, not even knowing whose blood it was, shutting her eyes tightly. She felt her arm get pulled upwards, urging her to open her eyes again. She felt herself getting pulled, the knife still in her hand.
He extracted the knife slowly from her hand before dropping the knife on the coffee table and petting the woman’s hair, keeping the wounded hand away from her. He was afraid of smudging blood on her cute little outfit.
“Babe… It’s ok. I don’t hate you. Come on, sweetie. Look at me. I told you to put the knife down.” He pulled her onto the couch with him so that she was sitting on his lap.
With a sniffle and a few blinks, she looked over with confusion at the hand he wouldn’t touch her with to see a crayon-sized gash in his hand, blood spilling out of it. Tears started pouring out her eyes again as she started apologizing in a loud wail.
“I’m sorry!”
He laughed and kissed her forehead. “For what?”
She looked up at him with her tear-stricken face when she heard him snicker to see a smirk on his. Her eyes narrowed right after seeing his smirk.
"Why would you make a joke at a time like this?!" She felt her face heat up as blood rushed to her head.
"Because it's funny."
She frowned at him, watching him laugh at her reactions, kissing her face every now and again. She got up from his lap and kicked him between the legs before stomping away in fury as her beloved keeled over in pain. She turned around right before leaving the room to yell at him. "And that's what you get!"