I step onto the lift and keep my head down, heart jumping into my throat.
“Lobby?” the other one asks.
“Yeah,” I mutter, attempting to throw my voice.
Shit.
Shit. Shit.Shit.
He’s here. He’s within spitting distance.
I don’t know the other one. I didn’t get a great look at his face. He could be from the photo I found at Jeff’s, except I’m not sure.
My teeth begin chattering. I’m desperately inhaling short, jagged breaths. My eyes flutter as I stare at the doors and beg them to open quicker. I need to get off this lift. I need to get back to—
Bonnie.
Oh my god,Bonnie.
She’s been living… this entire time…
The locks. The bent door.
I missed it.
I missed—
Breathe.
Stop moving your foot.
Get out of your sad fucking head and get back to her.
Get OUT.
The elevator doors opening can’t come fast enough. I bolt through the moment they split and make for the front door, not daring to look back.
Keep your cool.
Don’t look suspicious.
If he figures out it’s you, you’re done. You have to get back to Bonnie.
He’s not going to let you walk away, especially after you just killed his friend.
I make a right out of the building and speed walk down the sidewalk to the parking garage. I don’t look back to see if they’re following, if they realize it was me, or if they’re even heading back upstairs.
Shit, what if they go back upstairs?!
I’m trying not to look like I’m sprinting as I bolt through the doors and get back on the elevator.
Come on, come on.
There’s no one in her hall when I arrive. I pull my hood down, take my mask off, and grab the bag I’d set in front of her door before knocking on it much more heavily than I mean to.
He’s here.
He’shere.
