It was almost 5 a.m. He hadn't come home yet, and his phone was off. I'd been so worried that couldn't sleep at all. Then I heard the door knocked fiercely. Of course it's him. He's got a bottle of whisky in his hand and smelt like a tramp. He stumbles in, ignoring me at all. I was like, stopping him, asking where he's been. He suddenly turns around, shouts at me, pushing me crazily out of my flat and locks me out. I am totally petrified. I've never seen him like that. Then i realized that he is not him so i got the phone and called the police. Not mutch time passes until he noticed i called the police. When he realized he got his gun and shot me in the leg. I cannot fell my leg at this poit. But then, a police officer hears the shot and busted the door and killed the murderrer. I thanked the officer and leave the house trying to find Mark.
Sper ca te-am ajutat! Coroana?
