Loud voices bounced off the door and in my confused state, I tried to understand the words from the other room. It didn’t take long for me to realize from the angry volume it was John. I could also hear a woman’s voice. I could only assume the woman was Ellen. Through choked-up sobs, she pled against his rage. One thing, though, became increasingly clear.I needed to get out of there.Pressed against the wall, I cradled my throbbing arm. I tested it and found my arm and hand basically useless and every time I put pressure on it the pain increased. “Argh,” I grunted and used my good arm and the door knob to lever myself off the ground. It hurt like hell.I wandered around the garage with my elbow supported by my hand, searching for a way out of here. There was a box for the door opener, but it was ripped from the wall, its wires poking out uselessly. There was a door to one side, covered with cardboard boxes. I managed to squeeze through and test the knob, but it was locked and needed a key to open.
