TWENTY-NINE
Dark – Mike – Simon – Knife – Fighting – Police
I woke in the dark, not sure why.
There was no light – just rapid breathing. Not mine, either.
"Help me. Get me out of here," I said, hoping it was Chris.
No response.
I held my breath, waiting.
The rapid breathing didn't change. If anything, it grew faster and louder.
I couldn't see him, only hear his panting.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I demanded. I reached into my pocket for the card, going straight for the knife.
I felt the bump as his scraping steps hit the side of the mattress. He gasped in surprise.
Too close. "ARE YOU GOING TO HURT ME?" I shouted, scrambling up.
Something brushed against my chest, before fingers grasped at my breast.
I slashed forward with my knife and met resistance.
"What the f**k? She's
