"Police! Open the door!"
"Hel—"
Ethel clamped her hand over my mouth and hissed under her breath.
"Hurry! If we don't do it now, she'll report us to the police and none of us will get off easy!"
My parents didn't hesitate any longer. The three of them hoisted me up together.
To make sure I couldn't fight back, Ethel raised her knee and slammed it into my lower abdomen again.
My scream was smothered against her palm. The pain was so blinding I nearly blacked out, every last ounce of resistance draining from my body.
BANG.
The door was kicked open, but it wasn't just the police who rushed in. Logan was there too, flanked by a wall of bodyguards.
In the split second they shoved me out the window, I saw Logan lunge toward me, panic written across his face.
