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happen, no matter how much he tries.
     
    I toss my phone on the ground and lean my head back onto the couch. It’s only six in the evening, but I could just drift off now. I let my eyes close tight, as the silence of the home fills me. My body sinks, as it releases the day’s stress. Finally, I’ve got some peace.
     
    An hour passes. Maybe two. What wakes me isn’t the sound of the doorbell going off over and over again. It’s the sound of someone twisting the knob of my door quickly as they attempt to break in. I only have seconds to figure it out, which is just enough time for me to stand up and walk backwards towards the archway between the living room and the dining room. Every bit of breath escapes me as I crouch down behind the corner of the couch and wait for the person to break in.
     
    The lock clicks and my heart sinks. This is my end. It has to be. Carmen was lucky. She managed to survive because she’s a fighter. But I’m not as fierce as she is. This guy is going to finish me. There won’t be a coma for me to come out of or a plug to be pulled. This is it. This is my last moment…
     
    “Sierra!” The man calls out from outside the doorway. He sounds anxious or annoyed. I can’t really tell. “Sierra! Are you home?”
     
    I walk on my hands and knees back out towards the living room. I manage to make it to the windows to pull back the white lace curtain. But from my limited view, I can’t make out who it is. There’s no one there. Even the light at my porch doesn’t show a shadow.
     
    “Sierra!” The voice booms as I spin backwards on my hands and knees. I catch a glimpse of the man towering over me, a beat up credit card in his tattooed hand, as I fall into the wall. My head slams hard before I can catch myself, and I find myself falling fast towards the ground.
     
    ***
     
    When I come to moments later, Tank is practically hovering over me and I’m in my bedroom. His weight leans from side to side as he stares at my stomach and chest. I can make out the crevice in his face as he scowls. I clear my throat and shake my head to get his attention. “What…what are you doing here?” I say weakly, as I attempt to sit up. But the bruise on my head catches up to me as I fall back onto my bed. 
     
    “I’m here because I needed to talk to you. But I guess I should have been here to protect you from yourself.” He lowers himself to the ground next to my bed and hands me an ice pack, a glass of water, and two white pills. I eye him suspiciously. “It’s not poison. It’s just an ice pack and some pain meds I found in your bathroom. See, here’s the bottle if you don’t believe me.”
     
    For some reason, I throw caution to the wind as I toss the pills back with a swig of water. He doesn’t act like the kind of guy who would slip me a drug when I’m already drifting in and out of consciousness because of my own doing. Once I swallow, I turn back towards him by laying on my side. It’s weird staring at a man sitting by the side of my bed. It’s almost comforting watching him relax up against the side table.
     
    “What did you need to talk to me about? I told you everything in the hospital.”
     
    “It’s about Abe. I had a meeting with my top guys, and they think this is a setup. Someone is obviously trying to frame me for this shit. But there’s been no rumblings, no rumors. You said you knew Abe, so I thought I would ask you again if you knew what he was up to.” He says it so matter-of-fact, like this is just another business transaction and not discussing someone attempting to kill my best friend and roommate.
     
    “I’m not part of your world, Tank. I’m a civilian, or whatever you call us. I don’t get involved, especially not with Abe.”
     
    “Was Carmen? Was she a club slut?” I can see his face transform almost instantly. He knew he crossed that line again. He holds his hands up defensively as he backtracks. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s just what we