Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 33
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Falling in Public
Chapter 33
"Why won't they just give up?" Holly whispered, knowing she should keep still, but getting more irritated by the moment. Her leg was on fire, and the idea that she was being hunted down just because she refused to be a pretend girlfriend was absolutely ludacrise. What was wrong with these people that they couldn't just move on?
Eddie leaned close to her ear, keeping an eye on the door. "I'd imagine the thought of going to jail for shooting and kidnapping you provides some motivation."
She nodded, knowing he was right. Still, the whole thing seemed off.
"So any ideas on how we can get out of here? Preferably before they come in?" She raised her eyebrows, though the look on his face told her he was coming up empty. "Why this door, anyway? Why would they think we're here?"
Eddie frowned, then looked up, scanning the ceiling. Holly opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, then suddenly, she knew. Looking up herself, she checked the corners first, then followed his gaze to a spot nearly above them that faced the door. Sure enough, there it was. A small camera hung high on the wall, pointed right at the door.
"So they've known the whole time. Or at least as long as someone noticed the video."
Eddie nodded. "I suppose it doesn't matter how much noise we make now. We've only got two ways out, and they're both blocked."
"I say we break the window," Holly said, looking up at him. "I haven't seen any shadows pass by, so seems like that might be the path of least resistance, right? Then we can make a run for it."
Running a finger over the glass, Eddie shook his head. "It feels pretty thick. I'm not sure we're gonna do that"
Holly examined the surface of the desk, then saw what she was looking for poking out from under a stack of papers. She reached out and grabbed the metal letter opener, carefully testing the point for sharpness.
"We need something to pound with," she said, resuming her search of the desktop. "Something heavy." Finding nothing useful there, she checked the drawers, and the area around the desk.
The doorknob rattled again, and then a big crash dented the center of the door in. "They're coming in, Holly. We're out of time."
She pushed herself out of the wheelchair with effort, then grabbed a round metal paperweight and turned to the window. Jamming the point of the letter opener against the glass, she struck the end with the weight, striking as hard as she could. On the third blow, tiny cracks spidered out over the glass all around the letter opener.
"Here, let me."
Eddie took the rudimentary tools from her, and cracked the glass in several more places, until the entire pane was covered in hairline fractures. Then he motioned for her to stand back, and swung the paperweight over his head, tossing it at the window baseball-style. Holly looked away before impact and Eddie swung her into his arms, putting his back between her and the window, protecting her from any flying shards of glass. When he released her, she realized two things simultaneously as the door behind them burst open.
There was nothing but air on the other side of the window, and no matter which way they turned, they were going to die.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 33
"Why won't they just give up?" Holly whispered, knowing she should keep still, but getting more irritated by the moment. Her leg was on fire, and the idea that she was being hunted down just because she refused to be a pretend girlfriend was absolutely ludacrise. What was wrong with these people that they couldn't just move on?
Eddie leaned close to her ear, keeping an eye on the door. "I'd imagine the thought of going to jail for shooting and kidnapping you provides some motivation."
She nodded, knowing he was right. Still, the whole thing seemed off.
"So any ideas on how we can get out of here? Preferably before they come in?" She raised her eyebrows, though the look on his face told her he was coming up empty. "Why this door, anyway? Why would they think we're here?"
Eddie frowned, then looked up, scanning the ceiling. Holly opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, then suddenly, she knew. Looking up herself, she checked the corners first, then followed his gaze to a spot nearly above them that faced the door. Sure enough, there it was. A small camera hung high on the wall, pointed right at the door.
"So they've known the whole time. Or at least as long as someone noticed the video."
Eddie nodded. "I suppose it doesn't matter how much noise we make now. We've only got two ways out, and they're both blocked."
"I say we break the window," Holly said, looking up at him. "I haven't seen any shadows pass by, so seems like that might be the path of least resistance, right? Then we can make a run for it."
Running a finger over the glass, Eddie shook his head. "It feels pretty thick. I'm not sure we're gonna do that"
Holly examined the surface of the desk, then saw what she was looking for poking out from under a stack of papers. She reached out and grabbed the metal letter opener, carefully testing the point for sharpness.
"We need something to pound with," she said, resuming her search of the desktop. "Something heavy." Finding nothing useful there, she checked the drawers, and the area around the desk.
The doorknob rattled again, and then a big crash dented the center of the door in. "They're coming in, Holly. We're out of time."
She pushed herself out of the wheelchair with effort, then grabbed a round metal paperweight and turned to the window. Jamming the point of the letter opener against the glass, she struck the end with the weight, striking as hard as she could. On the third blow, tiny cracks spidered out over the glass all around the letter opener.
"Here, let me."
Eddie took the rudimentary tools from her, and cracked the glass in several more places, until the entire pane was covered in hairline fractures. Then he motioned for her to stand back, and swung the paperweight over his head, tossing it at the window baseball-style. Holly looked away before impact and Eddie swung her into his arms, putting his back between her and the window, protecting her from any flying shards of glass. When he released her, she realized two things simultaneously as the door behind them burst open.
There was nothing but air on the other side of the window, and no matter which way they turned, they were going to die.
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