AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She should call the police.
Who cared if they found her tipsy—no, drunk—and holding a firearm? It didn’t matter that she could be imagining the whole scenario of someone breaking in.
But the dogs.
All at attention, watching the damned door.
It’s nothing. It’s nothing.
She reached for the door with her left hand, the gun in her right. Letting out her breath she twisted the knob, then swung the door inward and peered into the hallway, where a night-light gave off a weak glow, barely illuminating the stairwell.
She blinked and squinted.
Nothing.
No shadows moving.
No one lurking.
All in your mind.
Wait a second.
The door to the second bedroom seemed ajar. Surely it hadn’t been that way when she’d passed it on the way to her room.
Or had it?
The hairs on the back of her neck lifted and she slipped to the door, pushed it open slowly, heard the slight creak of the old hinges.
She took one step into the room, saw the shades half down, light from the street lamp filtering onto the guest bed. She reached for the light switch.
Bam!
The door crashed into her.
Pain exploded in her face.
The cartilage in her nose cracked.
Her glasses crunched and fell to the floor.
Blood spurted everywhere.
“Ooow!” she screamed and raised her gun.
Strong fingers grabbed her wrist and twisted.
Agony tore up her arm and her elbow felt as if it would tear apart.
She forced her fingers to squeeze.
Blam!
The pistol blasted, the sound deafening. She flinched as whoever was in the room yanked the gun from her hand and wrenched her arm so hard she was certain it was breaking. She cried out in shrill pain and struggled to get away, but her attacker forced her backward. Her feet slipped. The dogs—her babies—were barking crazily now, scratching at the bedroom door.
She was being forced backward, bare feet sliding on the carpet, her eyes a blur with the blood. “No!” she cried as her back cracked against the railing. She blinked, tried to focus, just as something was forced over her eyes. A blindfold? Oh, Jesus, was this monster going to try to take her somewhere and didn’t want her to see the area or who was attacking her?
Fear curdled in her guts. This maniac was going to rape or mutilate her and surely kill her.
