Childhood/fear

I'm in my childhood home alone. I am waiting for someone, anyone to return home. My husband has left and said he would not be home from work until 1am. This upsets me because I don't want to be alone in this house. My younger brother is supposed to be home, but he isn't. I walk from room to room. The place is a disaster. My sister's room is a floor piled high with clothes and trash. I wouldn't be able to tell if someone was hiding in there I think as I scan the mess. My brother's room is a mess. My mother's room has a clear floor, but her bathroom is in non-working order. I catch my reflection in the mirror and the lights flicker out.
I realize I don't have a room here.
From a side window I see my brother with a black man walking down the street---away from our house. I call out to him; I am upset, scared and angry. He walks away faster. I call out to him that he has responsibilities. He becomes very angry and threatens me. He tells me as he enters a skyscraper that I will pay for infringing upon his personal time.
I am very scared now. I go from to window to window and door to door locking them inside the house. I close bedroom doors and set up chairs against the knobs.
The back door in the kitchen is not truly connected to its hinges; I know he could push through it, so I look for large furniture to place in front of the door. I think about the refrigerator, but know that I cannot move it on my own. I make do with a heavy wooden dining table.
I cower in a corner and wait for night to pass.