10: Panic
The door opened but it wasn't my doing. On the other side was the man who had prevented me from getting out last time. Instinctively, I kicked his groin and he curled to the ground. I dashed past him. This time Luke ran. Panicked. And for some reason, that scared me. He was racing after me. I urged myself to go faster. I was down the hallway in a flash. Down the stairs in a heartbeat. To the door in a breeze. And outside in a breath. I slammed the door in Luke's face. And, to my satisfaction, his fingers. Luke chased me for an hour. I finally found a place to hide. I stayed completely still – held my breath – as he passed three times.
Then he gave up.
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