Three loud knocks at the back door make both Patrick and I jump. BAM! BAM! BAM!
Patrick looks down at me and covers my mouth with his hand. “You say nothing,” he warns me.
“Emma! It’s me!” he shouts. “We need to talk!” He pounds on the door again.
My eyes flash to James. “Scream Emma!” he yells at me panicked. “Scream!”
I nod under Patrick’s grip and bite down hard on the flesh of his palm. He snatches his hand away and lets out a loud hiss.
And I scream. I scream louder than I ever thought I was physically able.
“EMMA!” I hear Dane yell my name as Patrick slams his hand down on my mouth again. I start to twist and kick again underneath him. I hear the door handle rattle and turn, but it doesn’t open. Patrick must have locked it.
“EMMA!” I hear loud thumps against the door, the sounds of Dane trying to kick it in.
Patrick looks around the room frantically weighing his options. I can see James still trying, still kicking and hitting Patrick to get him to release me.
The door gives way with a loud crack. Dane runs inside, and I make eye contact with him immediately. I’m lying in between the kitchen and the living room held down by Patrick. His eyes turn wild with fury as he registers the scene. He races toward us and dives at Patrick, knocking him off my body as they tumble to the floor.
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