Page 201 of No Need to Run

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Laptop.

The binder flies out of my hands as my back hits the floor, knocking the wind out of me.

Shit.

This is bad.

I sit up, looking at the mess surrounding me.

Fuck. I don’t remember how it was organized on her desk.

The container of pens—was it to the right or left of the laptop?

My eyes widen.

The laptop.

What if it’s broken?

After a couple of failed attempts, I manage to scramble to my knees. My fingers are almost on the laptop when there’s a scream?—

I look up to see Callie, her face twisted with rage, running into the room.

What’s in her hands—fuck!

A wide-eyed Callie is already swinging a tennis racket.

I throw my hands over my head and scream, “What the?—”

WHACK.

“OW!”

I fall back on my ass, my arms stinging from the hit.

Before I can move, she swings again.

“GET OUT OF MY?—”

“IT’S ME! IT’S ME! ” I scream.

WHACK.

Ouch. That fucking hurt.

I lift my head slightly.

Oh, Jesus. She’s gonna hit me again.

She draws back, ready to swing again.

“STOP!” I yell, cowering.

“What the hell?—”

A familiar voice cuts through the chaos.

I look up, my worst fears realized when I see who’s behind her.

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