No Escape

Sienna's POV

The heavy oak door bangs shut. Seconds later, tires screech against the asphalt outside my window. I stand frozen in the middle of the living room, my chest heaving as the roar of the engine fades down the street. My hands grip the edge of the kitchen counter so tight my knuckles turn bone white. A harsh tremor racks my body, starting from my core and shooting down to my fingertips.