CLARA
I didn't know when a loud gasp escaped my lips. The men turned their attention towards the door and I quickly dashed back into the room, my mind racing up and down and thinking of how to escape the mess I just got myself into. Did I see what I wasn't supposed to? Would I be killed because of that? Surely they won't unalive me.
I held onto the piano, backing the door and trying to still my breath when I heard the door open.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
My breath hitched. Oh, dear Lord! I swallowed the huge lump that had gotten stuck in my throat and it made a loud noise.
"You heard me and you definitely don't want me to get to where you are".
I closed my eyes, praying to the moon goddess that this cup would pass over me.
I felt a hand gripping my arm, a gun pressed to my back and I was turned over.
"Who are you?" The man's face was hard and scary. He wore a black suit with a black shirt. The gun was still held tight in his hand, his finger dangerously near t
