Take Two

CHAPTER 13

Carolyn stood rooted to the spot, her hand over her mouth. The man on the sofa, the good-looking one, was saying something to the man on the floor. The bald man kicked him again and Carolyn winced. She took her mobile phone out of her bag. Still no signal. She began to shake, partly because of the cold but more because of what she was witnessing. Her mind was in a whirl, and she had absolutely no idea what to do. She knew she should just turn and walk away, climb back over the gate and head off down the road, that nothing good could possibly come from her staying where she was. She knew the sensible thing to do was to get away from the house, but it was as if her legs had turned to stone. She stared at the men in the living room, her hand still clamped over her mouth.