"Chapter 8 - I Can't Breathe!"
Chantay was the next to turn around. She screamed loudly as she saw her cousin's dead body on the floor. "Dave!" she screamed. She ran to his body and kneeled beside him. She turned him over on his side and saw his wide eyes as they stared blankly at her.
"Chantay get up," Sav ordered quietly. Chantay didn't move; she only sat knelt down in front of her dead cousin crying softly. "We have to keep moving," Sav stated. "We need to find a way out of here. Please get up."
Chantay turned to Sav with hate in her eyes. "Don't tell me to leave him!" she shouted. Dried tears covered her dark cheeks with warm, fresh tears trailing down them. "None of you gave a damn about him! If I don't cry for him, who will? His Police Cop dad who's always too busy with his job? Or his mom who's rotting six feet under ground? Definitely not one of you. You all thought he was a pathetic loser; none of you would ever cry for him." Her gaze shifted from Sav to his sister. "Especially not you!" she yelled.
She jumped up from Dave and ran to Alli. Chantay punched Alli dead in the left side of her face. "You did this!" Chantay accused. "You planned this and murdered him because you're a hateful little bitch!" Alli fell to the ground the moment Chantay started speaking, holding her left cheek, and Chantay dove to the ground beside Alli. She started pulling at Alli's hair and banging her head on the floor.
Sav and KC ran to Chantay and desperately tried to pull her away from Alli. But Chantay didn't want to budge. She was determined to make Alli pay for a crime she wasn't even sure about. When KC and Sav finally did pull Chantay off, she kicked and thrashed in their grips, also managing to kick Alli in her stomach a few times.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Chantay threatened. Alli just lay there huddled in a small ball and sobbing loudly. "Connor, Adam, help Alli up," Sav demanded. The two boys hustled to Alli and managed to prop her up on her feet. She leaned heavily against Conner. She didn't really like him, but she was glad he was tall so she could lean her full weight against him.
"Dave said something about the stage," Clare pointed out. "What else was he trying to say?" It was Conner who answered her question. "He was talking about the ladder," he stated. "The ceiling above the stage has a catwalk and above that is another ladder that leads to the entrance at the roof."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Holly J. asked. "Let's go!"
Chantay broke free of KC and Sav's grasp. "I'm not going anywhere," Chantay stated. "I'm going to stay here with Dave since I'm the only one who cares about him." She walked back over to Dave and sat beside his body rubbing his arm.
Holly J. scoffed. "Just leave her there," Holly J. suggested. "We'll just come back for her later." Sav turned to Chantay. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" he asked. Chantay nodded without looking at him.
"We'll be back soon then," Sav told her. "We'll get out through the exit and bring back some help." Chantay nodded, keeping her sad eyes on her dead cousin. Without another word, the group left for the gym.
"Where's the ladder?" Eli asked. He'd gone quiet for a little bit. "It's at the far end of the catwalk," Conner responded. Fiona was the first to reach the top of the catwalk.
"Adam can you take Elijah up there with you?" Jenna asked. She held her head with her free hand. "I feel so dizzy. I don't want to drop him." Adam nodded and took Elijah from his mother. Slowly but carefully, he started climbing up the ladder to the catwalk.
A loud smashing noise sounded as Adam was halfway up, followed by the crying of baby Elijah. He tried to soothe the baby then froze when he heard footsteps.
"Everybody scramble!" Sav ordered in a loud whisper. Then everyone, except for Fiona and Adam, spread out in the cafeteria and hid wherever they could.
Jenna looked to Adam from her hiding place. She shooed him and mouthed "go." She wanted him to at least get her baby to safety.
Adam nodded and quietly climbed the rest of the way up the ladder, making sure the baby didn't make noise. Together, he and Fiona tip-toed to the far end of the catwalk. Fiona climbed up the new ladder first and opened the door that led to the roof. Adam quickly climbed the ladder behind her and stood on the roof with baby Elijah.
The door slammed shut behind Adam. Fiona ran to it and started stomping on it. "What the hell?" she exclaimed. "Open back up!" She continued to stomp on the door. She even pulled at it a few times, but it wouldn't open. Someone must have locked it from the inside.
"Come on," Adam urged. "We gotta go find help. We'll come back and rescue everyone. I think Jenna's baby should be at the hospital too." Fiona stopped trying the door and sighed. "Fine," she retorted. "But when we get to the ground, can I hold the baby? I've never held one before."
Adam smiled. "Sure you can," he told her. Not long after, they made their way down the last ladder and to the wet ground. Adam handed over the baby to Fiona and they made their way to the police station to get some help.
"I can't believe this," Chantay whispered to herself. She bent over and put her head on Dave's cold shoulder. "Why did they have to be so awful to you? Why was I so awful to you?" She let out another soft sob.
"Chantay," a voice whispered. She looked up and around to find whoever had called her. "Chantay," the voice whispered again. "Who's there?" she called out. "Dave was a loser and a jackass," the voice responded. Whoever it was, they were obviously trying to tick her off.
"Shut the hell up!" she shouted. "Well it's true," the voice said louder. This time, it sounded distorted. "You think he's so helpless, but you never liked him either. You didn't even want to be seen with him in public. You thought he was just a little shit. You really don't care that he's dead."
"Stop saying that!" Chantay demanded. She shot up from beside Dave. "Where the hell are you? Come out so I can kick your ass!"
A figure emerged from the bathroom and waved at her. "Come get me, bitch," the figure challenged in their distorted voice. Chantay sprinted after the figure as they disappeared into the bathroom.
She kicked the door open. "Show your ugly little face!" she yelled. Whoever had been taunting her jumped out from a bathroom stall and grabbed Chantay by her mouth. She thrashed and struggled in the figure's grip.
The figure slammed Chantay's head hard against the bathroom stall door and her resistance simmered a bit. She felt dizzy now, making her a practical sitting duck in the situation.
The figure dragged her into one of the stalls and smashed the porcelain toilet seat back to its handle. Chantay started screaming as she figured out what was going on and she picked up her struggling once more. This time, the figure was too strong for her.
They forced her head in the toilet bowl water and kept a tight grip on her head. They put the weight of their body against hers to keep her from breaking free.
As Chantay struggled against her attacker, she found herself running out of air. Soon her struggling turned to frantic panicking. Then, she stopped struggling altogether as her muscles and body went limp…
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