The worst part is, she’s right.
Any small-town police force will be busy with accidents and cars run off the road. There won’t be anyone on the little road by the lake house. No one will notice the blaze and call it in until the house is toast.
That is, unless I can get in touch with someone, which I can’t without my phone.
She’s closer now, almost pinning me against the wall.
Then lightning flashes, and I see my chance.
Screaming, I rush forward, darting under her arm as I plow into her.
Maybe she’s stronger, but I’m younger and faster.
I knock her off-kilter for the tiniest second.
Just enough time to swerve, avoiding her club.
Then I go pounding through the kitchen, the living room, and then beyond to the study.
A few more steps. Come on! Come on!
I slam the door shut behind me, turning the lock.
Behind it, Viola howls with rage.
Her hateful scream merges with the pounding storm, even when she starts slamming her fists against the door.
Whatever state the rest of the place is in, the doors are solid slabs.
Thanks, Gramps and Holden.
At least there are makeshift weapons in here.
I look around wildly.
Antique chairs, but they’re the old-fashioned kind, way too heavy for me to lug around and throw easily.
A solid lamp, maybe. A club of my own.
And beside it, on the desk, I see Dan’s little drummer boy from the fort. He must’ve left it behind in the rush to pack up and leave.
I feel the big key on the back, and I start winding it as she hisses obscenities, trying her best to break down the door.
All I need is a quick distraction.
Something to draw her attention for a few seconds, and I’ll have the upper hand. That lamp is solid brass and must weigh ten pounds.
One good swing and she’ll go down.
The door shakes. Hinges groan as her kicks get louder.
The wind rattles the old glass window behind.
My hands are shaking, but I’ve never been more ready in my life.
“You feisty little bitch! Get back here!” Viola shrieks, slamming her boot at the door again, the wood creaking under the strain. The hinges wrench, only held on by a few loose screws. “I was gonna make it quick, but now you’llpay!”
Drummer boy, let’s go!
