I continued to knock and bang on the door all through the night, hoping someone would feel sorry for me and come and get me out, but no one came. I should’ve known that everyone would be loyal to her. After all, she was the one who worked and did the work. All I did was run away from Mack, which now Vivette was taking advantage of.
I turned away after my hands began protesting in pain from all the abuse I was putting on them, and slid down to the floor with my back against the door. I buried my face against my knees and tried to will my brain to present me with a solution. But after another ten minutes I came up blank. Why was it that my brain refused to work at the most inopportune moments? It was like it had no idea of the urgency surrounding me. It was utterly useless at times.
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