Locked Out | Abella Danger [work]

"You okay?" he asked, glancing up. "You look like you’re either about to cry or commit a felony."

"Of course," she muttered, pressing her forehead against the cold metal of her front door. locked out abella danger

It was a crisp autumn evening when Abella Danger realized she’d made a critical error. She’d stepped outside her downtown apartment to take out the recycling, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft, definitive thud. Her keys, phone, and wallet were on the kitchen counter, right next to her half-eaten bowl of ramen. "You okay

"I need a miracle. My phone’s inside." She’d stepped outside her downtown apartment to take

Twenty minutes later, they were both kneeling in front of her apartment door. Marcus had a tension wrench and a rake pick from his "emergency kit" (which he kept in a mint tin). Abella held her breath as he worked the lock, the tiny clicks echoing like a heartbeat.