Second Chance

Chapter 62

I don't have time to register what that demented kid just said, as Morgan latches onto my arm and says. "Run."

I don't argue with her, and together we race down the hall. I hear two sets of footsteps chasing after us, and I'm guessing it's two of the kids. We turn a corner sharply, but I can't figure out where the front door is. This house is like a maze, and I really don't want to get lost in here.

Morgan and I stop for a moment, but before we can keep running, she yanks me back into what looks like a small cupboard. She closes the door quietly behind us, sending us into complete darkness. Seconds later, two people come stampeding down the hallway and turn another corner, completely missing us.

We don't move right away, in fear of being heard. I let my breathing slow down, and now that I'm listening, I can hear Morgan's heartbeat. It isn't until I try to move that I realize how little room we have in here. We're basically pressed together, like how Riley and I were when we hid out in our classroom together in that supplies cupboard.

It feels different this time though, it feels more like when Maria and I would find any tight hiding spots available in her motel and sneak in there to make out or even have sex. That brings back a flood of memories, and I'm only broken out of it when Morgan shifts against me. I let out an unintentional groan, as jolts of pleasure ricochets through my body, which makes me feel very uncomfortable immediately afterwards.

Morgan is not like Maria. I am not falling in love with my uncousin. That's totally weird, and I will never see Morgan as anything more than my smart and slightly prickly actual one hundred percent real blood related family member. Morgan and I will never ever happen. I love Maria. End of story.

"I think it's safe to go now." Morgan whispers in the dark.

"Yeah." I answer distractedly.

A small sliver of light appears in my vision, and it widens as Morgan pushes the door open further. As I step out of our hiding spot, I can hear the family arguing in another room. We creep down the way that the siblings went earlier, and when we round the corner, we come in sight of the front door.

"There they are!" A voice wails to my left.

I look over to see the six of them in direct eyesight of us. We stare at each other for a few seconds, then Morgan and I bolt for the door. I get to it first and fling it open. I let Morgan go first, and just as she runs outside, serval people start running at me. I quickly slip outside too, and we race down the street, and the kids chase after us.

Luckily, their house is only a few buildings down from the truck, so we can get to it quickly. Morgan gets into the driver's seat, and I fling myself into the passenger seat. She turns the truck on and slams her foot on the gas pedal. We streak down the street in a matter of seconds, and that crazy cannibalistic family has no chance of catching us.

—-

"So, what was that all about?" Morgan asks casually as we drive at a much slower pace down a suburban neighbourhood.

"What was what about?" I ask cluelessly.

"Why did you make that weird noise when we were hiding in that cupboard?" She elaborates.

I internally cringe, hoping she either didn't notice it or didn't want to talk about it. Apparently not though, since it seems like her favourite pastime is to torture me. "Uhhh....what noise?" I play dumb, slightly pleading that she will just drop it.

"Why did you moan like that, Justin?" She says bluntly, and I can tell that she's trying not to smile.

"I did not moan!" I shout indignantly.

"Well, I sure felt some tension in there." She observes, and I can feel my face growing warm.

"It was the nerves of getting caught." I justify.

"Sure." She nods, but I can tell she doesn't believe a word I'm saying.

—-

It's close to nightfall, and we find a hotel that looks to be in pretty good condition. We're out of that weird town now, and this building is basically in the middle of nowhere. It's actually more like a resort, since the building itself is very large, and there's a drained pool in the back.

Morgan and I explore the place for a little while, just to make sure no other creeps are in here, which they aren't. We're completely alone here, which is really nice because all I want is to have a decent sleep.

As we're passing through the dining hall, Morgan calls over to me. "Hey! You think there's anything left in here?"

I look over at her, and see that she's standing by a large cooler. Obviously there's no electricity, so whatever's in there won't be cold anymore, but it's worth a look. I walk over as she opens it, and to my surprise, there are bottles of alcohol swimming in a few inches of water. Lots and lots of alcohol.