Wide eyed, I nervously moved backward. Then I ran. I ran to the corner of the room and stood behind the curtain on the huge window. I made sure I didn't touch the window. It looked sort of unstable. Through a crack between the curtains I saw the door open. I laughed at myself when I saw a dog slowly inch its way in.

"I can't believe I got scared of some stray dog," I said laughing at myself. I used my arm to push the curtain from blocking my view but didn't get down from the window sill yet. I was still laughing at myself. I stopped laughing. My jaw dropped almost to the ground, I'm sure. There was a man's hand on the doorknob. He was still facing the hall, though, talking to someone. I slammed the window with my back. I was right. It was very unstable. It came off easily and I fell through, falling straight into a puddle of mud and water.

I started running, I don't know how. I was sure I'd twisted or broken my ankle. No one gets out without a scratch when they jump out a window. I reached my car and before I knew it, I was driving, fast, down the street. In minutes, behind me were red and blue flashing lights.

Aw, shit. Couldn't have picked a more horrible time to pull me over cops. But it's okay because if the cops were her that means the other guys must have ditched. I locked my doors as the driver's door opened. I had taken my keys out of the ignition. When he started to walk over to me, I realized that it wasn't an officer. Officers didn't wear jeans. I started shaking furiously. I fumbled with the keys but I couldn't seem to get them into the ignition. I heard a knock on the window. I jumped.

But I couldn't convince myself to look. Then I heard a knock on the window of my passenger seat. I wouldn't dare look. So I kept fumbling with the keys but my hands wouldn't stop shaking enough to get them in. When I finally did, the man told me, "Roll down the fucking window before I break it. I already slit your tires, baby."

I passed out.