The Witness [5]

(Malory)

“No,” I say, my voice shaking and breaking.

“Who’s there?” Kyle says.

My eyes go wide. I stop breathing.

I run; I stand when I hear his footsteps quickening towards the door and I run. I run through the door frame with no door. I run through the empty, cobwebbed corridor to the dark steps that lead downstairs. My feet slam against each of the wooden steps as I hurry downstairs.

He’s gaining on me.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” He yells. “ANSWER ME OR I’LL SHOOT!”

I don’t respond.

I run. I run. I run. I make it to the front door. I run out of the house. The familiar blue car bends the corner from the main road and enters Carson Street.

I panic.

The footsteps inside the warehouse become louder and I know that Kyle is near. I run left –in the opposite direction of both him and the car.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t tell if what I just witnessed was a suicide or a murder.

I can’t think straight.

“Malory!?” He yells in disbelief from the distance.