Seven

The doorbell woke Frederick up and he hissed out loudly.

"Who the hell is disturbing my peace this morning?"

He grumpily said with his eyes still closed. He got home and went to bed due to tiredness.

The bell came again and he got down from the bed, picked his robe and threw it over his body, and took a long stroll out of his bedroom.

He rushed down the stairs and pulled the main door open after looking through the pinhole.

"You don't have to wake me up so early like this. What happened to your house?"

Larry pushed him away and got inside.

"Dude, you disappeared without a trace last night. I called you severally but no way so I had to come here to see if you are home or you have been killed by the black Devilish Angel"

Frederick frowned deeply, causing wrinkles on his forehead. He can't believe that Larry would be in his home as early as six to ask if he has been killed or is still alive. Understandably, Larry is looking out for him but he should have called again.