Nervous energy flowed throughout Kimberli, as she wondered what was taking John so long to come home. She had spoken to him nearly twenty minutes ago; he'd said he was close. Then where was he? She paced the hallway, her eyes constantly shifting upwards to gauge for any sign of his return. When the doorknob began to rattle a mixture of fear and relief flooded her senses. If it was John, then she would be safe and sound. However, if it were Rob, she feared what he would do next. Nevertheless, her silent prayer was answered when John's face peeked through the opening of the door. Blindly she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck in a panicked death grip. It wasn't until he winced that she stepped back to view his disheveled appearance. Bruised and bloodied, she covered her mouth to m
