LORETTA

The house was moving side to side

“Loretta,” Trevor called, his voice seeming distant in my head. The house was still moving. Why was it moving?

Another sharp blow to his door had me flinching and shaking my head. “We know you've got that rich bitch in there, bring her out, Trevor..” The voice behind it bellowed and pounded on the door hard again, so hard it cracked

“Oh my God,” I cried out, tasting salty tears on my lips, “I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have come...."

Another blow slammed into the front door, cutting me off. The entire frame shuddered, dust falling from the ceiling of...