The unbelievers

That's when Peter and Tammy came back. Peter came over to me lying in bed and tried to calm my rantings. "Get out", I screamed in a raspy voice. "Get out!" I tried to get up to reach the glass doors. Peter threw me down on to the bed. I kicked him and sent him flying across the room. He rushed back to me. It took all his strength to hold me down. "Now that wasn't very nice, was it? You kicked me", he said in his monotone voice. "Don't try that hypnosis stuff on me again", I cried. Beads of perspiration came out on his forehead. "You don"t believe, do you?", I said. "Jesus said he wouldn't return until the last unbeliever on earth believed. Why won't you believe?" I begged. His hands dug into my arms. (I had the bruises for days to show for it.) "Please let me up", I beseeched Peter. I had to open the sliding doors and let the hummingbird in.