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“Constance, go,” Brant ordered as Constance gave us both one last look before quickly slipping through. How did she not fear the door would break and crush her? Brant had already broken it and it was very possible it could break again and decide to end her life suddenly!
“Bill, come on!” Brant’s voice was straining as he tried to keep the door open.
I gave him a long look staring at him.”We’re going to talk about you following us after this,” I said. Maybe I said that because I was scared of going through myself now or just wanting answers. I had the feeling it was through fear.
“Okay we can talk about it after but just go through!” He sounded annoyed. That scared me a bit.
“What if it crushes me…” I muttered. He looked me in the eyes and let out a sigh.
“I’ll go through first if you promise to follow me quickly after,” He offered.
I nodded. Sure why not. That could work. Yeah. Okay.
Brant maneuvered his way through the door somehow keeping his hands still on the edge no matter how much it looked like it was digging into his hands.
“Bill…” I could hear Constance say. Alright I could do this! Just do it!
I jumped through, maybe it was the sudden clang of the door crushing my ribs or the pain in my ankle but suddenly I felt this pure white firey pain.
I kind of just lay there in shock. Was this how I died? Being crushed by a secret door hidden in a wall? I felt sick. Would people notice when I was dead? What a morbid thought… But would they? Father sure wouldn’t. He never seemed to care. But the rest of Atlantic City? William Chambers son of Emmett Chambers gone missing! There would be detectives and police officers searching for me! And what about when they found out that Constance and Brant were the ones last seen with me?
Was I to blame Brant for my death? He had broken the door. How had he broken the door? Jeez he had to be strong! Maybe he would break the door again? Maybe? No. Probably not…
I focused back into reality realizing a pair of gloved hands were gripping my hands. I saw Constance’s terrified face looking at mine. She kept tugging at my hands, sobbing and trying to get me free! I had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to get me free… How stupid I was. To show a girl I liked, some top secret machine. Maybe this was karma? Karma for me not listening to Mr. Connor? That would make sense. I wasn’t that superstitious but maybe…
Then everything went black.