Chapter 6 - The Blue Lights
I gripped the pry bar, gritted my teeth, and swung it upward with the last ounce of strength I had left. The blunt iron end caught Marcus squarely on the side of the ribs.
He gasped, the air leaving his lungs in a sharp whoosh, and his grip on my throat loosened.
I shoved him off me, rolling away and gasping for air. My throat burned like fire, and I was coughing violently, but I was alive.
Before Marcus could recover, a sound pierced the night outside my bedroom window.
The crunch of heavy tires on gravel.
Followed immediately by the sharp, terrifyingly bright flash of red and blue strobe lights painting the walls of my bedroom through the blinds.
Marcus froze. The murderous rage on his face was instantly replaced by absolute, unadulterated panic.
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"No, no, no," he muttered, scrambling backward away from me. He looked at the window, then toward the hallway. He realized he was trapped.
"Sheriff's Department!" a booming voice echoed from the front porch. "Open the door!"
