I pull at the door handle.
"No!.. No, no, no!" Then it pops open with a squeak and I run inside and lock the door. I breath heavily looking for a light switch. I wave my hands in the air for a string that might turn on the lights. Nothing. I feel around in the darkness until I find the wall. I press my hands up against it feeling for a light switch. Then, the surface my hands landed on pushed open. "The air vents! Of course!" I whisper to myself. Then I hear picking at the lock.
"Oh shi-" I don't finish, I just climb into the vent. It was a tight squeeze but I keep moving forwards, gasping for breath. Praying God would spare me for another 9 or 10 minutes. By then, I would be with Scott, Lydia, and them. Safe. I feel my back pocket for my phone. Nothing. I check my other pocket and sigh of relief. "Good." I pull it out in front of me and dial 9-1-1.
"Hello?"
"This is 9-1-1 what's your emergency."
"I'm being chased, I crawled into an air vent to get away." I gasp for another quick, small breath. My hands were shaking so badly that I almost didn't notice the call had ended when I started talking. My phone read:
___________
Call ended. Please check your service
for more info call
1-800-verison
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"NO! NO!!" I shout, throwing my phone in frustration. Then on the other end of the vent I heard the noise of a door opening.
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Allison Argent Again
FanfictionYou just moved to beacon hills and Are living the life. You are friends with these Popular Juniors until your world is flipped upside Down when you find out they have a secret And so do you When you all find out that Allison Argent had been brought...
