“Hurry,” Candace whispered urgently as she disappeared down the
wooden staircase and into the pitch-black basement.
“Wait,” was
The padlock
Candace had picked open swung precariously from the latch, ready to drop and
awake the rest of the sleeping house. This was a bad idea.
“C’mon,” urged Candace from somewhere
down in the abyss. “Hurry up!”
They were going
to get caught.
The consequences
would be merciless.
Shifting her
weight on the wooden landing,
Hands fisted at
her sides in fear, she frantically blinked her eyes, straining to see through
the darkness—to the unknown. It left her powerless. There had been no time to
find a flashlight, but it would only capture unwanted attention anyway.
A hand grabbed
her arm.
“C’mon, we’ve
got to go now.”
Candace took
The girls moved
as fast as they dared through the maze beneath the old house.
They stopped
abruptly at a storm door, the only thing standing between them and freedom.
Panting in the darkness, a creak from upstairs lifted both their heads in
fear—someone was awake.
Candace lunged
forward and grabbed the large bolt locking the door with both hands and pulled.
It gave way with a loud clunking sound, and she pushed the bulky door open to
reveal the half-moon outside.
Cool air whipped
inside, wrapping itself around
With the moon
behind her, and with her arms outstretched in joy, Candace resembled an angel
in her white cotton nightgown, her dark hair blowing all around her. “C’mon,”
she urged again.
They would never
stop searching for them—ever.
She and Candace
knew too much about what went on at Elm Hill.
How would they
survive without any money?
She realized
that she just couldn’t do it—not now, not like this. She would soon be eighteen
and then things would be different—the home would no longer be her prison. She
would be legally free. No one would care anymore.
“What are you
waiting for? This is our chance.”
“I can’t… I
can’t do it. It’s just another year,” said
“No, we’re doing
this together. We have each other,” said Candace adamantly, shaking her head.
“I’m not going to leave you here. We escape together.”
“You have to go.
You can’t stay…”
Candace ran to
the side of the house and retrieved a duffel bag, which had been carefully
packed and stashed for their escape. Unzipping the top, she pulled on a pair of
jeans and slipped on a pink sweater. It was her favorite color, always matched
to her nail polish.
“Hurry.”
“No…”
“Yes, hurry. I
can help misdirect the she-beast and the cops. You’ll be safe.”
“I will come
back for you.” Candace’s voice faltered. It was clear she wanted to stay, but
as she looked to the south she saw Ray waiting; that was all she needed to push
forward.
Tears welled up
in
Candace hugged
I love you and I’ll be back.
Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today BestSelling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.
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