Escape, or not.

I stood up in shock as my heart raced a thousand times per second.

“Rebecca!” I caught her attention and pointed to our answer.

She gave a soft happy sob and jumped from the sofa.

The only problem was that the vent was high up.

“Doesn’t the vent also lead out to the front lobby?” I asked, hoping that she’d say yes.

“I believe it does.”

That was good enough.

With a sigh of relief, we pushed the sofa closer to reach the vent, but it was too high for us to reach.

“It’s no use.” She frowned.

“Get on my back, you’ll be able to reach it.”

“Are you crazy? I’ll trample you!”

“I’m not as weak as you think,” I scoffed, “Just hop on.”

“And what about you?”

“At least we know one of us would get out alive.”

“Becky!” She scolded, “Don’t joke like that!”

“Becca, I’m not joking. This is my fight, not yours. I don’t want you involved with this. The last person I got involved— I regret it every second.”

“Becky Mia Grey, I’m not freaking leaving you! You said it yourself, we are not best friends, we’re