Chapter 29
I watched Monica disappear, knowing it went against her nature. Drawing deep calming breaths I listened for any noises. Anything to tell me they’d figured it out and were following her.
Hearing nothing after a few minutes, I sighed with relief and stared around at my surroundings. They’d be pissed when they figured out she was gone. Moving away from the light of the window, I walked back around the walls of the basement, searching for anything I could use to try to get out the door at the top of the stairs.
A gunshot rang out and I froze. Feeling like my blood was running cold in my veins. I pounded up the stairs, trying the door, knowing it was locked. Monica hadn’t been gone long enough for that to not have involved her.
As another gun shot rang out, I yelled in frustration, slamming my shoulder into the door, I didn’t give a fuck if it hurt. I needed to get out there.
“MONICA!” I yelled, feeling the most useless I ever had in my entire life. I heard one of the men yelling. It sounded like Mike. Then Monica’s voice raised in fear and anger. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Just the yelling and chaos sending me into a range. Of all the things in this shitty house to hold strong, it would be this fucking basement door.
Another gunshot rang out and the voices stopped. Stepping to the top step again. I grabbed the railing and placed the opposite hand on the wall. Drawing my leg back I kicked the door as hard as I could. It cracked.
Turning, facing down the stairs, I braced myself again, kicking backward.
“FUCK!” I yelled, desperate.
I heard the door lock clicking and turned, ready to fight. What I didn’t expect to see was Monica standing in front of me.