October 26
“Jeanne?” a voice came from the other side of the door, scared and frantic. “Jeanne! Run!”
The door opened as Alex twisted the knob, but Jeanne didn’t have time to react as he quickly shoved her through it. She lost her footing and tumbled forward onto the hardwood floor. “Shut up!” he snarled. “Shut up and stay here.” He yanked the door closed, but it caught on Jeanne’s ankles, which lay across the threshold.
She howled in agony as the door swung twice more into her legs; they refused to move at first, the pain was so great. Alex kicked her feet further into the room before slamming it shut. The click of the lock was inaudible over her screams and Rob’s shouts of protest.
Jeanne curled her legs under her, moaning in pain. “I’m all right,” she said, her voice wavering. “It’s just… dull. Hurts, but it’s less now.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Rob said, his voice still raised. “Didn’t you know it wasn’t right?”
“I did,” she said. Slowly, she unclenched her body; her ankles still hurt, but she could at least crawl over to him. “I’m… it’s a long story. We know what’s going on.”
“We?” he asked.
She pulled the penlight out of her pocket. “Phillip and Daniel and Gene and everyone can hear us,” she said, lowering her voice. “I’m supposed to get a look at you.”
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