-Molly's POV-
Scott looked just as worried as I was, yet he still was not moving as quickly as I would have expected.
"Molly! Honey, are you up?" Mom called again and then gave the door knob a rattle.
I almost lost my breath until I realized that Scott had thought of locking it last night.
"One second, Mom. I'm not dressed!" I called back, hoping the panic didn't show in my voice.
"Molly? Why is your door locked?"
The bewilderment in her voice might have been comical if Scott hadn't been slow at moving.
"GO!" I whispered urgently. "Please! Go!"
"Where am I supposed to go, Molly?" Scott whispered back. "There isn't anywhere to hide!"
"Molly! Open the DOOR!"
"I'm not dressed, Mom!" I called again.
My panic continued to grow as I looked from Scott to the rattling door that my mother was still trying to open.
"I'll be there in a moment!" I tried desperately to stall her.
