ログインGreg’s small body moved on pure instinct.The second the doorbell rang, terror flooded him like ice water.His eyes widened, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. They found me. Dominic. Grandpa. The police. They’re going to take me away, He thought.He darted down the hallway, sneakers squeaking softly on the tiles, looking for any corner, any shadow to disappear into.His heart hammered so hard he felt it in his throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool evening air.In his blind rush, he slammed straight into the woman’s body as she came down the stairs with a dress in her hands. She stumbled back slightly, steadying him with both arms.“Baby, is everything okay?” she asked, voice soft and concerned, eyebrows knitting together.Greg looked up at her, his blue eyes huge and glistening with raw fear, his lower lip trembled uncontrollably.His small hands clutched her sleeves tightly. “I think someone is outside and they’re coming for me,” he whispered urgently, voice cra
The woman led Greg through the dimly lit streets, her hand gently resting on his shoulder.She moved with graceful confidence, her long coat swaying as they walked.Greg kept glancing sideways, his small legs hurrying to match her pace.Every shadow made his heart race. He clutched the strap of his makeshift bag tighter, eyes darting like a cornered animal.They arrived at a modest but elegant two-story house on a quiet residential street, warm lights glowed from the windows.The woman unlocked the door and ushered him inside. “Welcome home..for now,” she said softly, her voice like honey.The moment the door clicked shut, Greg’s survival instincts kicked in.He darted to a side table, snatched his mother’s hairpin, the one with the sharp decorative edge she used to wear in her bun, and spun around.Holding it like a tiny dagger, he pointed it straight at her, his little chest puffing out.His stance was wide, knees slightly bent, trying to look menacing. It was equal parts adorable a
The room erupted in a surreal, ethereal glow, as if the very air had ignited with collective shock. Fluorescent lights flickered wildly overhead, casting an otherworldly halo across the chaos. "Cierra! Cierra!" The screams tore through the space like a primal roar, echoing off the walls, a cacophony of horror and disbelief.Bodies pressed forward, hands reaching out in futile desperation.Cierra staggered, her eyes widening in shock as the bullet's impact slammed into her.She dropped to her knees, blood blooming across her chest like a dark rose. As her body pitched forward, Dominic exploded into motion.He surged through the crowd with raw fury, his fellow officers clawing at his trousers, their shouts blending into the pandemonium.He broke free, and headed before the trembling security guard who had pulled the trigger."I'm so sorry!" the man wailed, hands clasped together, tears streaming down his face. "I swear I did not know what came over me! I thought she was about to run off
I pulled the first trigger to the sky as a warning.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, but I kept the gun steady, fingers locked around the grip like it was the only thing anchoring me to this world. Sweat mixed with dried tears on my face as I swept the barrel across the room, eyes burning with fury and terror.“Nobody come near me!” I shouted, my voice hoarse but sharp enough to slice through the heavy silence. “I swear on everything I have left, if anyone takes one step closer, I’ll shoot every single one of you and then turn this gun on myself! Back off!”The guards froze in place, their faces pale. Dominic stood in the middle of them, his broad shoulders tense, eyes wide with a fear I had never seen in him before.“Cierra, please,” Dominic begged, his voice cracking. “Don’t do this. Think about Greg. Think about what this will do to him. We’re not your enemies. Put the gun down, baby. Please.”Others joined in, their voices overlapping in desperate pleas. “Ma’am, please… we don’t wa
Cierra's POV A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me out of the darkness.I blinked slowly. My eyes felt heavy, swollen, and blurry, like someone had poured sand into them.The world refused to come into focus at first, everything was soft and hazy around the edges. I blinked again and again, trying to clear the fog.My head pounded with a dull, relentless ache and when my vision finally sharpened, I realized I was in a small, sterile room.It looked like a private ward, cold and impersonal....White walls, a single bench I was lying on, no other furniture, no windows, just a heavy metal door.There were no personal things here. No flowers, no cards, nothing that said “home” or even“hospital.”. Just emptiness.A tall man dressed in a security uniform stood a few feet away, arms folded, staring down at me with a blank expression.I shot upright so fast that dizziness hit me. “Where am I? Where the hell am I?” My voice came out hoarse and cracked. “Greg! Greg! Where is my son? Greg!”The
Cierra's POV “What have you done, Yonda? What have you fucking done?!”The words ripped out of my throat before I could stop them. My voice was raw, shaking with rage and disbelief as I watched the horror unfold.Greg’s body jerked violently.For one terrifying second, his eyes widened in shock, and then he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. Blood immediately began spreading beneath him.“Baby! Oh my God… Greg!”I rushed forward, my heart slamming so hard against my chest I thought it would explode. I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands desperately grabbing his shoulders, trying to shake him awake.“Greg! Greg, no! Please, no! Somebody help! I need attention! I need help right now!” My voice cracked, desperate and broken.Tears were already burning my eyes. This was my son. My only son. The boy I had carried, protected, and loved with every piece of me. And now he was bleeding out on the floor because of… because of her.I looked up at Yonda, fury and pain twisting inside
Cierra's POVI was running, and the only thing louder than my footsteps was my own voice inside my head.“Don’t stop,” I kept muttering, over and over, like a broken prayer. “Just keep running. One more step. Then another.”My chest felt like it was on fire. Every breath scraped my throat painfully
Cierra's POV“Let her go!”The voice didn’t just fill the air, it commanded it.Every sound in the hall died instantly, as though the walls themselves had been ordered into silence. Conversations froze, laughter evaporated, breaths were held. Slowly, heads turned toward the doorway.And there he wa
Cierra's POVI stood there, frozen.Not because I wanted to...but because my body refused to obey me. My feet felt glued to the tiled floor, my fingers numb, my chest tight, as though something unbearably heavy had settled on my lungs. “Hello, ma’am… are you alright?”The voice startled me.I flin
Cierra's POV “I need to tell you something.”The words finally broke free from my chest just as he lifted his glass, taking the last slow sip of wine like he had all the time in the world. He set it down gently, nodded once, and looked at me with that calm, unreadable expression of his.“Sure,” h







