Cornered
True Activist
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Jason bolted to his room and locked himself in. He knew it was time to call for help. When he dialed 911, all he could do was stammer “intruder,” his address, and wait for them to arrive. He heard the van pull up the drive and the men kicking the front door open.
Boots came up the stairs, coming to a stop at his door. “Police! Let us in!” But Jason refused to come out from the safety of his room until the police had searched every corner and shadow of the house.
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