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Chapter 70: Nine Chances
The only light in the room was coming from my phone's screen. Luke was speaking to me on the other line, but I couldn't hear anything. Just the sound of my own heart, beating in fear. I heard the footsteps - slow and steady - treading up the stairs.
A stranger's cold-hearted steps in my home.
Every second lasted a lifetime.
The feeling of dread weighed like a stone in my chest. The rest of the world felt like light years away and I was alone. Terribly alone.
"Millie?" Luke called my name through the phone.
I was breathing rapidly and still failing to get enough air.
"There's someone in my house," I whispered, slowly peeling the covers off my bed, "I'm in my room. Please come."
I put the phone on silent and dimmed the screen. I didn't want to attract attention to my room.
A stranger had broken into my house and I tried to think of rational alternatives to calm my mind. Maybe mom or Flora had returned home? Maybe the blackmailer wanted to stop by and apologize?
I wasn't planning on sticking around to find out.
My hands were shaking as I got up, not wanting to let go of my bedsheets. I left my slippers by the bed and tip toed across the room, as stealthy as I could be, while I listened to the sounds in the hallway.
The slippers weren't good for stealth mode-
The stairway creaked as the intruder reached the top step.
And kept walking.
Whoever it was, was coming to my room. I could feel it. Every step felt like a violation that I could do nothing about. It made me angry but, at the same time, utterly defenseless.
Is the closet a good place to hide?
Maybe if Narnia's inside.
Oh, flippety flip. Why did I even come to this side of the room? Closets are such an obvious hiding place...
It's unoriginal. Why can't I take action? Shouldn't I move? I'm running out of choices here. My room doesn't have many places to hide.
Please Luke. Hurry.
I never pictured myself in a horror movie. But as I stood in the darkness of my bedroom, listening to the footsteps outside, I felt like this was it.
This is how I'm going.
Goodbye to everyone I have ever loved. My garden gnomes, who I have neglected lately. The raccoon I once saved – may you be living carefree and remember me fondly.
Terrified.
I'm beyond scared. I need the toilet. Is that my last thought? I should spend the last few minutes of my life pondering the meaning of life or something.
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~Luke's POV~
Nine chances out of ten, the intruder was not an intruder at all.
Could be her family or a tree branch scraping the window outside. Minnie has a flare for drama but the fear in her voice is what shook me.
I've never felt as worried as I did then. Feeling her fear was worse than my own. Even with a low chance, I'd do anything not to risk it.
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