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A Sister’s Hatred

HANNAH’S POV:THE NEXT DAY:I don’t know how much time had passed but I was starting to feel weaker by every minute that passed. After we had moved to this new location, they finally gave me some chips and a bottle of water. “You look pathetic.” They laughed watching as I rushed to eat the chips, and it was then my…Janet’s mother pointed out, “Well in her defense she hadn’t eaten anything in over two days. Should we even be feeding her?” As soon as she asked I quickly downed the bottle of water in fear of the next time I might even drink something if ever. He added, “True, she won’t die from not eating.”They quickly snatched the bottle of water and chips from me and left after Janet smiled and tightened my arms on the chair too hard it could blood stop flowing. That was all for that day and I was left in the hot, pitch black room. The room got freezing cold in the night and there was nothing except me in the chair in the room and occasionally I would hear rats and other creeping t

What Envy Becomes

HANNAH’S POV:The liquid splashed onto the floor, crawling across the concrete like living fire. It circled the legs of the chair I was bound to. The smell thickened, choking the air.“No, no, no, no… please,” I cried out loudly, thrashing weakly against the ropes cutting into my wrists. “Stop! Janet, please stop! You don’t want to do this!”She laughed. A short, breathy, almost delighted laugh and her parents joined in the laughter. “You see?” she said calmly, still pouring. “You always sound so dramatic.”“Janet, I’m begging you,” I cried and suddenly I felt the cold fuel on my lap. “Please! Whatever I did, we can talk about it. We can fix it—”“You?” She interrupted sharply, finally looking directly at me. Her eyes were bright with rage. “Fix it?”The pouring stopped. For a second, the room was deathly quiet except for my ragged breathing.Then she snapped.“You stole my life!” she screamed. “You stole everything that was supposed to be mine!”“I didn’t steal anything! You have ev

Left to Burn

HANNAH’S POV:“You were never my sister. You were just a charity case. You heard my parents confession, didn’t you?” She cut in sharply.The words stabbed deeper than any knife could. Her mother stepped forward beside her, arms crossed. “And you were never our daughter.”The constant reminder hit me again with cruel force, but there was no time to process it now. Fire hovered inches away from my death.“Janet, please,” I sobbed uncontrollably. “I forgive you. Whatever you think I did, I forgive you. Just don’t do this. Please.”“Forgive me? I don’t need your forgiveness, I just need you to die. You always sound so noble when you’re scared,” she answered quietly. “It’s disgusting.”She flicked the lighter and a small flame danced to life in her hand. The room felt like it folded in on itself.“GOODBYE, HANNAH,” she said suddenly. “Enjoy my gift.”“No!” I screamed. “Janet, please!”She dropped the flame and fire erupted instantly.The fuel ignited in a violent whoosh, flames racing acro

The Weight of Guilt

ELIJAH'S POV: A FEW HOURS BEFORE:"Oh God, please let Mommy come back to us..."I heard the soft, trembling voices of my children through their bedroom door. My hand froze on the hallway wall, my entire body going still as I listened."Please keep her safe," Amelia whispered, her voice so small and fragile it broke my heart. "And help Daddy find her. Amen.""Amen," Andrew muttered in response, but his voice was flat, emotionless and angry.I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the cool wall, trying to steady my breathing. All day, Andrew had been furious with me. He'd barely looked at me, barely spoken to me. And I couldn't even be angry about it because I was just as angry at myself.Actually, I was more angry at myself than he could ever be.Maybe if I had been out there searching alongside the police instead of stuck at home with the kids, we could have reached that location before Hannah was moved. Maybe if I'd gotten there just ten minutes earlier, I could have saved h

What A Husband Does

ELIJAH'S POV:The image of her face flashed behind my eyelids. Her soft smile that always made everything better. The way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed at one of my terrible jokes. The way she looked at me sometimes, like I was the safest thing in her entire world.And I had failed her. Failed her in the most unforgivable way possible.A husband's job was to protect his wife. To keep her safe. And I had let someone take her from me.My phone suddenly vibrated violently in my shaking hand, the sharp sensation snapping me out of my downward spiral. I flinched as if I'd been burned and dragged the phone up with trembling fingers.The screen lit up, and my heart jumped when I saw my godfather's name.I stared at it for half a second too long, fear rooting me in place. What if this was bad news? What if they'd found her body?Then instinct took over. I answered before the second ring could even finish."Yes, sir," I said, and my voice came out hoarse and thin, barely re

A Father’s Prayer

ELIJAH'S POV:He looked at me for a long moment with those serious eyes that were so much like Hannah's. Then he nodded slowly.I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to bring your mom home. I promise you.""You better," he whispered against my chest.Within minutes, I was in my car. The engine roared to life as I peeled out of the driveway with probably reckless speed, but I didn't care.Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance. Police were already moving, heading to both locations. But they sounded far away, almost unreal, like background noise in a movie.My hands were slick with nervous sweat on the steering wheel. I wiped one palm against my jeans and gripped tighter, my knuckles going white.Every traffic light felt like a personal betrayal. Every red signal felt like another precious second being stolen from Hannah's life. Every slow vehicle in front of me felt like an enemy I wanted to destroy.My chest burned with the effort of breathing. My m

Until My Last Breath

ELIJAH'S POV:The cottage came into full view through the trees, and the sight made my blood run cold.The fire was spreading fast, consuming everything in its path. Flames tore through shattered windows like wild, hungry creatures. Thick black smoke spiraled violently into the sky, blotting out the stars. The heat hit me even from the road, searing my skin like a physical blow.My breath left me in a broken gasp."Hannah..." I whispered.What if she was in there? What if she was trapped inside a burning building?"Elijah, STOP!" my godfather shouted through the phone. "Do NOT go in there! You don't have protective gear! The structure is completely unstable! If you go in there, you'll die!"I heard what he was saying. The logical part of my brain understood that he was right.But I couldn't stop. Not when Hannah might be inside.I slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car before it had even fully stopped. The heat was immediately suffocating, stealing oxygen from the air itself.

Pulled From the Flames

3RD POV: THAT SAME EVENING:While Elijah was debating on whether to cross over the piece of ceiling that was now obstructing his way from going into where Hannah was, knowing the house was burning so fast. Outside, the fire department had arrived as well as Mr Waltson, Lucas, Jacob and Martin.As soon as they'd found out what Elijah was planning to do, Martin had immediately called his godfather in a panic. Mr. Willow had told them about the two leads they were following, and all three men had sprung into action without a second thought, racing to the location to try to stop Elijah from doing something stupid.But they were too late. He was already inside.The fire trucks were positioning themselves, firefighters jumping out and immediately starting to unroll hoses. The chief was barking orders, trying to assess the situation and figure out the safest approach."Two people confirmed inside!" one of his men shouted. "Male went in approximately three minutes ago. Female status unknown

Out of the Smoke

3RD POV: The sight of him made several people gasp audibly. His shirt was completely ripped and half-burnt, the fabric sticking to his skin where it had melted slightly from the heat. His hair was soaking wet with sweat and covered in black soot. His face was smeared with ash. His arms were shaking violently under Hannah's weight, trembling with exhaustion and probably pain, but he held her as though she were the last piece of earth keeping him alive. Like if he let go, he'd fall into an abyss. Hannah was completely limp in his arms. Her head hung back, resting against his shoulder. Her face was grey with ash, making her look almost corpse-like. Strands of her beautiful hair were singed and burnt, plastered to her forehead with sweat and blood. Her clothes were blackened and torn, barely recognizable as clothing anymore. Smoke was still curling off both of them, rising into the night air as if the fire was still trying to claim them even now. For one brief moment, the entire worl

No Escape

3RD POV:"She's being taken care of," he assured Elijah gently. "We've got multiple teams here. You're both getting help right now."But even as he said it, Elijah's hand was searching blindly, desperately reaching out for Hannah. His fingers found hers and locked around them, holding on like a lifeline.The fire chief was still shouting orders behind them as massive hoses roared to life, sending powerful streams of water and foam onto the burning structure. The flames were being beaten back slowly but surely.Sirens continued to blare from multiple emergency vehicles. Lights flashed red and blue and white, creating a disorienting strobe effect. Radios crackled with constant chatter and updates.Yet somehow, all of it felt distant and muffled. Drowned under the pounding panic of this moment.The medics worked with practiced speed and efficiency. Oxygen masks were placed over both Hannah's and Elijah's noses and mouths. Pure oxygen rushed into their smoke-damaged lungs.Hands pressed c

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