C12 Panic
CHAPTER TWELVE
NADIA
Can it get any worse?
I had woken up that morning to a heavy bang on my door. “Open the door!” came the voice, thick with authority and impatience. Immediately, I knew who it was. “I know you’re in there. Open the door, Nadia!” The voice belonged to my landlord, Mr. Thomas. This time, the banging intensified, echoing down to my small bedroom
