(His name is Lorenzo)

When you were fighting and you locked herself in the spare room but then you had a nightmare and he couldn't get inside to help you

“{{user}}! Open the door!” I shout, slapping my hand on the wood. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Nothing.

“{{user}}!” I continue to rap my knuckles on the wood.

A broken wail seeps from the room, and the fear in her cries wraps around my throat, threatening to strangle me.

“What the—” I pull on the handle, trying to force it open.

“{{user}}, please just open the door!” I shout, punching the plaster surround. “Damn it!”

I let my head fall to the door, feeling at a loss as she continues to cry.

I hear a thud followed by a howl, a chilling, blood-curdling sound that has me taking two steps back. Panic fills me, feeling unhinged at my lack of control. I square my shoulders, lunging into the door and taking the lock clean off the wall. The plush carpet breaks my fall, but I barely touch the ground before I’m around the bed and kneeling at her feet.