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Grace was curled up on the sofa, trying to read her magazine, but she kept getting distracted. "What's keeping her so long?" she asked the brown dog curled up at her feet.
Rochester looked up at her with his big brown eyes, but he didn't offer her an answer. He usually did. Rochester was a very intuitive dog. He always knew who was good and who was bad, even if she didn't. Both she and her roommate, Audrey, felt safer with him around.
She checked the clock again, but it still told her the same thing. Audrey was late. She threw down the magazine in frustration and began pacing. This was quite out of the ordinary. She was never late.
If Audrey had been more normal for a girl her age, she wouldn't be so worried. If Audrey had been more normal, she might have thought she'd gotten a date or something and just waited patiently for Audrey to come home.
But Audrey wasn't normal. Her roommate, though pretty, with curves Grace could only dream of, straight brown hair and deep, brown eyes, was a very closed off girl. Mysterious was one way of putting it. Anti-social was another, more accurate way. The only two beings Audrey trusted where both in this apartment. One of them wasn't even human.
Grace sighed. That girl needed to lighten up. The quiet, brooding thing was never going to get her a boyfriend. She smiled at how much Audrey would shriek at her if she dared say something like that out loud. They'd had the argument before.
"Haven't you read the Taming of the Shrew?" Grace had asked. "Petruchio wins!"
"Because he tortured her!" Audrey cried.
"Maybe Kate just got tired of being alone all the time," Grace theorized. "Maybe she let him win because she wanted to be close to someone."
Audrey snorted. "You've read the play. He fucking starved her and then kept her awake for days at a time. Sounds like torture to me."
Grace glowered at her friend. "Language." Audrey had rolled her eyes and stormed off, taking out her frustrations on a batch of madelines.
Grace's mind returned to the present. She sighed and ran a hand through her curls. Where was she?
Rochester barked at the door. She whirled. "What is it, boy?" Rochester continued to bark madly at the door. Grace found herself staring at it, her heart pumping adrenaline through her veins. Then suddenly, Rochester stopped barking and started growling.
That was Grace's cue to hop into action. She grabbed Rochester around the middle and ran toward the only other exit the apartment had, the fire escape. For a moment she stood there, just to see if Rochester was right.
Then came pounding on the door. He was right. Grace let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and ran out on the fire escape, shutting the window behind her, and climbing up instead of down. Rochester started barking again, and she panicked. "Shut up!" she cried, reaching around his mouth and trying to muzzle him.
"Where are you," a male voice shouted. "We know you're there!"
Grace just stood there, eyes wide. All she could think was, "Please, please, Audrey, don't come yet, please, please, please."
This isn't a very long one. It's basically just to explain what happened to Grace.
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