Chloe stumbled into the house and closed the door behind her. Her breaths came sharp and shallow, her pulse still hammering wildly as if it were ready to jump out of her chest. Her legs felt weak, almost jelly-like, and she leaned against the door for support.
She could still feel the icy touch of the gun's barrel pressed against her forehead.
That man could have killed her.
"His eyes were so scary," she whispered, a shiver running through her spine. "I hope I'll never run into him again in this life."
The hallway light flicked on. Summer stepped out of her room, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "You are finally home," she said groggily.
The sight of her sister made Chloe's heart stutter in panic. She straightened quickly, wiping her palms against her jeans, trying to bury the terror that still clawed at her throat.
"S-Sorry… I disturbed your sleep," she almost stuttered.
"It's fine. I couldn't sleep anyway."
