[Author's POV]
The little boy enjoyed the soft and warm feeling of his mother's lips over his forehead. He opened his eyes to meet with his mother's red glittery ones, he furrowed his eyebrows questioning the sudden change of his mother's expressions but before he could ask anything she shut the doors of the wardrobe. He crocked his head to his side still confused over the sudden hurriedness, his eyes landed on the little toy his mother handed him.Cellphone.
He remembered how his mother never let him play games on the phone but she lets him watch cartoons as a reward for being a good boy. This cell phone is like a trophy for him, something he yearns for, something that ignites his curiosity. His eyes shone at the thought of holding the trophy till his mother came back. Not knowing about the consequences, he wished for his mother to take a bit longer to come back so that he would be able to seize the moment for a bit longer. His little train of happy thoughts halted as a rumble of thunder rang through his ears followed by his mother's low startled scream.
Not knowing the whole truth, he assured himself that his mother is startled by the sudden loud sound. A little scared he started hoping for his mother to come to fetch him. Completely forgetting about the trophy in his hands, he started peeking through the blinds of the wardrobe.
"You bitch." His little heart started thudding under his chest as he heard a man yell. Another loud thud followed by the sound of glass breaking and shattering across the wooden floor came and the boy had to force his scream down this throat, still not forgetting his mother's words. Unable to control his emotions any further, his tears made way down his chubby cheeks.
"Oh shit."
"Why the fuck are you always increasing our work?" A guy yelled.
"I hadn't hit anyone for so long." Another guy said carelessly. The sound of a pair of footsteps started growing closer to the room, and the little boy had to cover his mouth with his hands in order to stop himself from making any noise that would get him caught.
A guy entered the room and stopped right in front of the wardrobe. Smiling, he leaned down in front of the blinds and waved. The little boy sucked in his breath, trying his level best to make near to no noise. He waited for the guy to open the wardrobe and snatch his reward from him but the door never opened, instead, a clicking sound rang followed by keys hitting the marble floor. The guy's face fell serious as he stood back up and left.
"The kid?"
"I took care of him."
The thought of some guys breaking into the house scared him. His mind raced to remember all the positions of his belongings, he sighed in relief knowing that all of his precious items were in the same room. Completely unaware of the fact that something way more precious than all of his toys combined was gone. The boy concentrated on the unknown world outside the wardrobe, trying so hard to catch up on another hint of sound. But none came.
Scared and hungry, the little boy stayed statued in his position still waiting for any sign of his mother. Ashamed of the selfish wish that crossed his heart in the speed of light, he blamed himself for wishing for his mother to take long. He cried and begged God to forget what he wished for earlier and send his mother back as soon as possible. After a lot of time of focusing on the eerie silence and getting nothing out of it, he contemplated stepping out of the wardrobe. His mother's words rang through his ears but he had enough, he pushed hard on the doors but they didn't bulge. Panic engulfed him, he started kicking his small feet hard on the door but his efforts went in vain. Pain flared through his small feet as his soul filled with the empty feeling of his mother's absence.
He started crying loudly as he failed to keep his feelings inside. Remembering how his mother used to run to him whenever he needed her, he called his mother on the top of his lungs but received no response. He called again, still hoping for her to open the doors, completely oblivion of the reality he kept crying and calling his mother. Suddenly, the darkness started growing more inside the small space of the closet. Suffocated and terrified, his mind raced for an escape and that's when his eyes landed on the cell phone.

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TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+
Fanfiction"Hello, betrayer!" Where she realizes; her dreams were actually nightmares after they turn into a reality. This book is the sequel of 'TWISTED' by @taehyuqg, if you haven't read that book I would advise you to read it first so that you will understa...