“Hello? Who’s in there?!” a familiar voice said.

“Dad!!” Brie exclaimed, pounding on the closet door. “Help us! Let us out!”

“Cupcake!!” he yells, thrusting the door open and grabbing his daughter.

I didn’t want to break up this little mush-fest, but we had to get out, and fast.

“We have to get out of here!” I yell, searching the room for a possible escape. There was a door, which most likely lead to the gang members, the other door that Brie’s dad came through, and the windows. “Here – go through this door!”

We sprint through the house, making as little noise as possible, Brie’s father looking half-way confused the entire way.

At long last, we exit through the back door, and step onto the patio.

Then it hit me – this was Brie’s house they were driving us out of. Where were we going to go?

Apparently the same question hit the other two at the precise moment it hit me – they looked at me in unison, with a questioning stare.

“Uhmm..” I began, listing all the possibilities mentally.