Bloody Road: Abandoned by Family, Imprisoned by Destiny
The door slammed shut, leaving an echo that vibrated through the bedroom walls.
Our breath came in gasps. We slid down to the floor, sitting amidst the dust and the lingering horror that still clung to us. The soft laughter that escaped our lips sounded bizarre, bitter, and full of despair. I glanced at the mirror; my face was pale as a ghost, cold sweat drenching my temples. Kent stood up, looking at me with a gaze that implied an inevitable goodbye.
"I have to go home. See you tomorrow," he whispered.
I hugged him one more time, tighter than before, as if wanting to draw out the essence of his warmth so I could survive in this suffocating house. "I love you," I whispered, a promise wrapped