Chapter 22 – Through The Vent

• I rush into my room, slamming the door behind me, panting a little with anxiety as I spin and stare at the doorknob. What – what the hell is happening!?
• I attune my ears, instinctually, towards the living room, desperate to know what is happening. Even though Christian wants to keep me away from this, my hands itch to go back to the door, to open it, to peek out – just to get a hint.
• I mean, am I in danger here?