Chapter 16 - A Brush with death

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As fear gripped me, I remained hidden under the bed, anxiously waiting for my parents to return.

Sighing, “Just how long have I been here?” I questioned myself, “The gunshot seemed to have died down; does that mean the fight is over?” These thoughts swirled in my mind, but I couldn't muster the courage to venture out.

Who would have imagined that the world I once admired for its actions could be so dangerous? Despite parts of the house being destroyed, it is currently in lockdown. So if anyone were to step in, I would hear it.

Ah!, a realization struck me—wait! When I went downstairs earlier, did I look at the front doors?

Shit…. The sitting-room door is still open, “I have to go lock it,” dammit. “Sophie, how can you make such a mistake?” I cursed at myself. Standing up, I ran downstairs.

Blinded by my urgency to reach the front door, I failed to notice the commotion emanating from downstairs until I reached the middle of the staircase. Blue eyes stared down at me, leaving