Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 19
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 19
Genevieve froze in place, listening for any sound of movement around her over the too-loud beating of her own heart. She hadn’t turned on any lights outside the freezer, and apparently whoever was at the diner with her hadn’t either, because she couldn’t even make out the window in the door.
Breathing shallowly and closing her eyes, she remained completely still. Determining whether or not she was alone on this side of the door was the priority for now. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there before the need to move became too great to ignore, but it seemed like hours as the cold penetrated deeper into her body and she couldn’t hold off the shivers any longer.
Moving deliberately, she placed the diamond back into the bag of tea, pushing it deep within the leaves to protect it. She’d been facing the makeshift safe when the door closed, so she carefully leaned forward, reaching out to feel around the edges so she could put the package back with the others. Swinging the door shut, she latched it quietly, and then pushed the boxes she’d moved back in front of the door to hide it.
Trying desperately to control the shivering that caused her teeth to click, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to remember what she’d passed on the way in that could work as a weapon. If she could hold on to anything, that is. Her fingertips were painfully cold, and the thought of grasping anything frozen was more than she could really think about at the moment.
Stepping lightly, she worked her way toward the door, using one of the racks to the side as a guide. At the end of the rack, her right foot bounced off something - it would have hurt, except her toes were already numb. Bending down, she felt the crate she’d used to block the door with. It would have to do.
It was only two more steps to the door, and she carried the crate in one hand while feeling around for the emergency latch release with the other. Pulling it down, she nearly gasped at the rush of warm air as the door swung open.
A dark shadow came out of nowhere, flinging himself right at her and she instinctively moved to the side, listening as he landed on the floor of the freezer. Forcing her legs to move, she spun around the door frame and grabbed the big door, swinging it shut behind her and locking the man in - until he found the release, anyway.
A quick limp on her frozen feet was as fast as she could move, and Genevieve used all of her strength to get out the back door and across the parking lot to the trailer. She had to get to the car, to Max if he was still alive. But she was so very cold, and the night air wasn’t helping. She considered going inside for a minute, finding a blanket, warming up, but she couldn’t risk being trapped again. She had to get what she knew to someone who could help, and hope it wasn’t too late.
Tires skidded on gravel, and she sank down in the tall grass behind the trailer. Would they search the property? Would they find their guy in the freezer and come looking for her? Had he seen the diamond, and where it was hidden? The questions swirled in her mind as she hugged her knees to her chest, shivering and waiting for it to all be over.
She was tired, suddenly. So very tired, and the world around her started to fade away. Jerking herself awake, she shook her head, but the fatigue was overwhelming, and the last thing she remembered was a whisper in the grass, and something warm - almost too hot as it brushed against her skin.
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 19
Genevieve froze in place, listening for any sound of movement around her over the too-loud beating of her own heart. She hadn’t turned on any lights outside the freezer, and apparently whoever was at the diner with her hadn’t either, because she couldn’t even make out the window in the door.
Breathing shallowly and closing her eyes, she remained completely still. Determining whether or not she was alone on this side of the door was the priority for now. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there before the need to move became too great to ignore, but it seemed like hours as the cold penetrated deeper into her body and she couldn’t hold off the shivers any longer.
Moving deliberately, she placed the diamond back into the bag of tea, pushing it deep within the leaves to protect it. She’d been facing the makeshift safe when the door closed, so she carefully leaned forward, reaching out to feel around the edges so she could put the package back with the others. Swinging the door shut, she latched it quietly, and then pushed the boxes she’d moved back in front of the door to hide it.
Trying desperately to control the shivering that caused her teeth to click, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to remember what she’d passed on the way in that could work as a weapon. If she could hold on to anything, that is. Her fingertips were painfully cold, and the thought of grasping anything frozen was more than she could really think about at the moment.
Stepping lightly, she worked her way toward the door, using one of the racks to the side as a guide. At the end of the rack, her right foot bounced off something - it would have hurt, except her toes were already numb. Bending down, she felt the crate she’d used to block the door with. It would have to do.
It was only two more steps to the door, and she carried the crate in one hand while feeling around for the emergency latch release with the other. Pulling it down, she nearly gasped at the rush of warm air as the door swung open.
A dark shadow came out of nowhere, flinging himself right at her and she instinctively moved to the side, listening as he landed on the floor of the freezer. Forcing her legs to move, she spun around the door frame and grabbed the big door, swinging it shut behind her and locking the man in - until he found the release, anyway.
A quick limp on her frozen feet was as fast as she could move, and Genevieve used all of her strength to get out the back door and across the parking lot to the trailer. She had to get to the car, to Max if he was still alive. But she was so very cold, and the night air wasn’t helping. She considered going inside for a minute, finding a blanket, warming up, but she couldn’t risk being trapped again. She had to get what she knew to someone who could help, and hope it wasn’t too late.
Tires skidded on gravel, and she sank down in the tall grass behind the trailer. Would they search the property? Would they find their guy in the freezer and come looking for her? Had he seen the diamond, and where it was hidden? The questions swirled in her mind as she hugged her knees to her chest, shivering and waiting for it to all be over.
She was tired, suddenly. So very tired, and the world around her started to fade away. Jerking herself awake, she shook her head, but the fatigue was overwhelming, and the last thing she remembered was a whisper in the grass, and something warm - almost too hot as it brushed against her skin.
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