Mama T POV
When she headed over to pick up the call, I struggled myself in the opposite door and immediately shut it close. I looked around at the sting environment. The rise and fall of my chest quickening to shallow gasps, my heart doing acrobatic flips in my chest.
It was a bathroom with a cracked bathtub and a toilet. I checked around for anything to release myself, but finally, I saw a garden fork. I released my hand and my leg, searching for a means of escape.
The wall of the bathroom was made of patched-up wood, some parts were all cracked up, there wasn't any window, there wasn't any means of escape.
I look through the broken part of the patched door. I couldn't find Jason's mother. The house was dead silent, I spent time staying back at the restroom, though I wanted
