Chapter 13 - Rachel Storms Our Motel Room Demanding The Doll
Before I could open the door or tell David to leave, a speeding black SUV screeched into the motel parking lot next to my sedan.
Rachel flung the door of her vehicle open, marching across the pavement with wild eyes and a face distorted by fury.
She bypassed David entirely, hammering her fists against our motel room door with terrifying, frantic energy.
“Elena! Open this door right now! I know you’re in there with the doll!” Rachel screamed for the entire parking lot to hear.
I pulled Emma back into the far corner of the room, dialing the local police emergency extension with a steady, practiced hand.
“Mrs. Vance, stay calm. Officers are already dispatched to your location on priority backup,” the dispatcher’s calm voice answered.
Outside, Rachel began kicking the wooden door frame, shouting threats and curses that echoed off the surrounding brick walls.
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David grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away from the door in a desperate attempt to regain some shred of dignity.
“Get away from me, David! You useless idiot!” Rachel shrieked, striking her brother across the face with an open hand.
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