Trapped.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Alexa's POV
It was all a maze. And I was trapped.
Trapped. With no room for escape.
The air hit my face like a slap. Cold, raw, and sharp enough to steal my breath. After a few breaths, I calmly adjusted, and then ran. Like I had planned.
My legs screamed in protest as I pushed them forward, stumbling out of that suffocating house and into the open. My bare feet scraped against gravel and dirt. My arms trembled from exhaustion, my head still pounding from the hit I took, but adrenaline roared louder than pain.
I really didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to get away. One way or another.
The house had been too still. Too quiet. Like it was empty, but at the same time, like there was someone was watching me. And it was something or someone sinister.
I couldn’t explain it, but something told me I had to move before he came back. That is, if my assumptions were right and that lunatic was occupied with something else at the time.
I could be
