91: I need to talk to both of you

Dana

Rachel was impatiently waiting for a response from me. The knife pointing at me was making me nervous. I looked at the stairs to run up, but it wasn't a good option. I looked at the door behind Rachel. But I wouldn't make it halfway down the hall alive. Rachel was faster than me and had sharp reflexes.

I sighed in defeat, with the answer on the tip of my tongue. But the phone rang upstairs. I looked toward the stairs, and Rachel did too. I knew it was Jeremy calling to make sure everything was okay. I looked at Rachel.

"It's Jeremy," I commented. "He'll worry if I don't answer."

"I don't care. You're not talking to him."

"Let me answer and tell him I'm okay," I pleaded. It was the perfect opportunity to ask Jeremy for help.

"No," she refused.

Damn.

"Rachel, please. You'll make Jeremy leave work to come see me. I don't think you want him coming home," I tried to convince her.

Rachel thought for a moment. She squinted her eyes and approached me. She leaned toward me and brought the