Dana Lynn - Plain Target

Breathe, Jess. Breathe. Spiders are NOT crawling over you. You are not locked in a room. And you are not alone. Stranded for hours and hours. Getting colder...

No! She wouldn’t think about that! She was a grown woman now. Surely she could get past this irrational fear. The fear that even now was holding her paralyzed. After a few deep breaths, she baby-stepped her way in the direction of the window, grunting as her shin knocked into something. At the window, she felt around until she located the cord to the blinds. Tugging on it, she sighed in relief as light drifted into the room. It pooled in the center of the room, leaving the edges in shadow. She shivered. Creepy.

Light? Where on Earth was light coming from? It was pouring outside. Glancing out the window, she saw a row of solar lights. The kind that only come on when it is dark outside. Ah. She hadn’t noticed them before, probably because there had been other sources of light.

Seth stepped into the light, and she shivered again. For a very different reason.

“Jess, are you okay?”

She nodded. “Fine.”

He folded his arms. Clearly she wasn’t convincing enough.

“What do we do now?” she asked him. Focus, Jess. Yes, he’s handsome and being kind. And yes, she was enjoying his company. But there was a maniac in this house waiting to get her and this power outage—whether accidental or deliberate—might give her attacker an opportunity. She needed to deal with that possibility. Attraction to Seth was a complication she couldn’t afford.

“I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this tonight.”

She shook her head, frowning. “You can’t stay in my room. It wouldn’t be right.”

Did he just roll his eyes? Was he mocking her convictions? Drawing herself up to defend her beliefs, she paused when he raised his hands.

“I’m not suggesting that I stay in your room. But I do intend to camp outside your door.”

Something soft and melty nudged her heart.

“But you need to rest, too,” she argued. “Your room is just down the hall. You’d be close by if I needed you.” It was a token protest at best. The idea of him going so far away in this hostile environment made her feel vulnerable.

Seth scoffed. “Like I’d rest in my own room? Sorry, Jess, but I’d be coming out to check on you every five minutes. There’s no way I’d be able to sleep not knowing if you were safe.”

The tension which had locked onto her neck loosened and rolled off her shoulders. He wasn’t leaving her.

Jess squinted and looked at him. Really looked at him. His jaw was clenched and he was glaring at her. Like he was daring her to argue. A smile tugged at her mouth. He had no idea how unappealing the idea of staying here alone was. Deciding to let him think he’d won, she nodded. He nodded back. And although he didn’t smile back at her, she sensed that her response had eased his belligerence.

“Good. Now that that issue is settled, I suggest we eat.”

Gingerly, she lowered herself to sit cross-legged on the floor. Seth followed her example, then handed her a sandwich and a bottle of water. The darkness surrounding them made the room feel oddly intimate. Her cheeks grew warm, and she became aware of the subtle scent of his aftershave.

In complete silence they ate. The moment they were done, Seth excused himself to clean up. He made quick work of it, she was relieved to note. Then she scolded herself for being anxious just because he had left her side.

“I will be right outside the door,” he promised. He used the flashlight app on his phone and pointed it so he could look around the room. What was he looking for? He strode to the desk and grabbed the plain wooden chair. Dragging it out into the hall, he placed it firmly in front of her door. She retreated back into the room. Even in the dim light, she could make out the bed. And if she remembered correctly...yes. There was an extra blanket on the end of it. Silently, she handed it to Seth. He smiled his thanks.

“Lock the door.”

“Seth...”

She stopped when he shook his head. The weariness on his face tore at her, but she knew he wouldn’t give in. One thing that she remembered clearly about Seth was that he had always been stubborn. It was no use trying to get him to change his mind. And frankly she was too tired to bother. Closing the door, she left him in hall—locking the door, as he’d ordered. Grabbing her bag, she changed into sweats and a T-shirt. With a prayer for their continued safety she moved into the room and lay down on the bed.

Turning on her side, she tried to get comfortable, but her hearing aid was pressed into the side of her head. It wasn’t painful, but the sensation bothered her. Should she take the hearing aids off for the night? She always did when she went to sleep. It drained the batteries to wear them constantly. But she was almost completely deaf without them. At least with them, she could hear voices and environmental noises, even if she couldn’t make out what was being said. When had she last changed the batteries? Was it really only this morning? Calculating, she figured even if she left them in tonight, she had another three days. And she had spare batteries in her overnight bag.

That settled it. They were staying in.

Flopping over onto her back, she sighed.

She didn’t expect to fall asleep, but soon found herself drifting off.

She woke suddenly and bolted upright, heart pounding.

Grabbing her phone, she checked the time. She had been asleep for two hours. What had wakened her? Sliding her legs over the side of her bed, she stood up and glanced around the room for some clue. Thunder rumbled and shook the house. The storm was directly overhead. That must have been what had startled her from sleep.

While she was relieved to have an explanation, she still felt anxious and unsettled. Rushing to the door, she opened it and peered out. Darkness enveloped everything. She knew the shadow in front of her was Seth, but dread filled her. She needed to see his face, to make sure he was safe.

“Seth?” she whispered. Her hand reached out and touched his face.

His phone light flashed on. He brought it closer to his face, probably so she could see his lips better. Standing, he stepped just inside her doorway.

“What’s wrong?” he said, signing at the same time.

“I don’t know. I just suddenly felt something was wrong.”

He started to answer her, then abruptly stopped. His head swung around to the left, and he used his phone to peer into the darkness.

“What?”

He made a shushing motion. Bringing the phone close enough so she could see his hands again he signed, “I think someone might have just walked out of my room.”

“Why didn’t you notice them going into it?” she signed back.

“I fell asleep. The storm just woke me.”

He stood up, every movement careful, and motioned that he was going to check his room. She grabbed his arm. Was he crazy, going after some maniac by himself? Using his phone for light again, he signed. “We are trapped. We’ll be safer once we know. Wait for me in your room.”

She wasn’t so confident that confronting her attacker would make them any safer, but it did make sense to figure out who they were dealing with. But as for waiting for him in her room... She looked back into the dark cavern beyond her doorway. Uh-uh.

Decision made, she stepped out into the hallway and started to follow him. A frown crossed his face. But he didn’t argue.

They crept to his room, but didn’t enter. He pointed toward the stairs and signed. She nodded to show she understood. Someone was arguing downstairs. Possibly whoever had left his room. She needed to keep close. He began to creep down the stairs, his steps exaggerated. For a second, she hesitated. She could make out the sounds of muffled voices below. The voices were too low and garbled for her to decipher much more than that. There were at least two voices, but she couldn’t even tell what gender they were.