The Grim Room
CHAPTER 42 and 43 (the end)
Chris started crying loudly. “I’m so sorry, Becca…I’m so sorry, Becca…I’m so sorry…”
He got a big enough hole going. He kept working at it. Now, at last, he could see her, he could see Rebecca. His long lost lover. The traitor bitch; like her mother. Kid had been right. Kid had always been right.
He gouged a massive hole in the center of the door. Tearing the saw away from the hole, he sniffled, wiped his hand across his snot-leaking nose, and reached through the hole, unlocking the knob from inside.
Becca screamed. He opened the door. His other hand held the saw.
She was there: her eyes were wide and seemed so intense it was like they were being torn apart, the top from the bottom. She looked at Chris in mad fright. A scream tried to rise but…
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