Novel & Cerita Falling Down The Stairs

The stairs end in the main entryway. I just need to get down the flight, cross the room and open the doors. Dimitri and Zoran will be outside. I’m going to make it. My feet take the stairs in three as I jump down them. And then something lands my back. Something hard and painful. And I lose my balance. I reach for the wooden railing. But I miss it. The sharp edges of the stairs stare up at me as I crash towards them. Grief fills me as my arms extend to catch myself.

"Now. Push her." They don't even hesitate before doing what they're told. It happens so quickly that I can't even think. I'm tumbling down the stairs and when I reach the bottom landing, I fall on my wrist. It's a sharp pain and I hiss. I try to move, but I can't do it without crying out in pain.

“One, two, ready, go!” I released my hold on the wheelchair. Gravity pulled it as it tumbled down the stairs at great speed. I could hear the satisfying sound of the seams of her ugly dress ripping, her head and body striking against the stairs as her bones snapped with a sickening thud. Just after she landed at the foot of the stairs, the wheelchair fell on top of her, breaking a few more bones, crimson blood forming a pool around her.

Richard shouted my name, still wrestling Stacy for the gun. Everything happened too fast. Stacy twisted wildly in Richard’s grip, trying to break free. Her foot slipped on the dusty concrete. She stumbled backward, still clutching the jacket—and my son with it. I screamed as both of them tumbled toward the edge. Richard roared, releasing the gun and diving after them. But it was too late. Stacy and my boy fell together, crashing down the unfinished concrete stairs that led to the lower level. Their bodies rolled and slammed against the hard edges, sickening thuds echoing through the night.

Right at the last five stairs, her foot slipped. Screaming, Ryder fell down the stairs, terrified that she would break an arm or leg. HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY, I'M GOING TO BREAK MY BONES. The stairs were right opposite the front door. Henry who was supposed to let Aiden in, "in" as in "in the living room", merely allowed the boy to step inside the house and pinned him down right on spot with a cold glare that made Aiden's blood run cold. So the two had front seats view of Ryder falling down the stairs while screaming, a sock on her hand, the other half worn on her foot, as Michelle exclaimed in horror with a hairbrush in her hands.

I need to get away from here fast. First, I need to get rid of the binds. I was frantically hopping looking back each time with my heart in my throat afraid of getting caught and dragged back. I didn't notice I was almost done with the stairs as I kept looking back, I hopped on air and a yelp escaped my lips as I slipped and tumbled down the stairs. Pain shot through me when I landed on the ground groaning, I forced myself to move kneeling on the ground. I heard voices from upstairs and I gasped.

I didn't have tike to think of how that happened when he grabbed me staggering down the stair way. “No this was insane...” I thought trying to break free. “You can't bring me down with you! That was not what I meant when I said a stale mate....” His legs failed for the steps but missed aas we both went tumbling over the building. “Fuck this!” I griped the edge of the stairs like my life depended on it because it did. I managed to kick him off me and wat he'd as he free fell down. That was a whole fifty feet or so. He would be dead before he reached the end.

My body moved before my mind could understand it. My foot missed the step. I slipped. And just like that— I was falling. I didn’t even get the chance to grab anything. The stairs didn’t stop me. My body rolled down, hitting each step one after the other. The impact came fast and rough, not giving me any chance to breathe or think. Pain spread through me immediately. My back hit first. Then my arm. Then my shoulder. Then— My stomach. The moment that happened, something inside me dropped.

A strained, prolonged gasp leaves my lips as I stand at the start of stairs. My fingers rests on the railing at the start of the stairs as I try to walk down. I feel my feet slipping down the first step, missing its direction and slowly yet suddenly, my body falls down the stairs. A loud scream leaves my lips as I tumble down, hitting every step till I land on the floor of the living room. My breathing seems slower and heavy. My vision is blurred. . . With tears or blood? That I do not know, all I know is that it’s difficult to see and attempting to move is just as unbearable.

I didn’t bother to turn or pay her any attention. I was already at the staircase and I tried to calculate just how fast I can walk down the stairs without tripping. I raised my legs to take the next step when all of a sudden my two legs weren’t on the floor any longer. My body was free falling down the stairs and I could make out the sound of Susan laughing like a maniac. My babies.