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mer-cy

noun

compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm.

maybe their brokenness can make them a whole.

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"Bye, mom." I stepped into the doorway and gave my mom one last hug. I took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet and familiar perfume.

"I'll see you in a week, Liv." she squeezed me tightly once more before stepping back towards the porch. "I love you." She blew me a kiss from the porch as she grabbed her suitcase and began to wheel it towards the car.

"Bye, Han. Hopefully your ghostly ass gets a tan." I hugged my older sister, Hannah, squeezing her playfully. We both laughed before she stepped out of my arms.

"No parties, and no boys. And no selling the furniture for cocaine." she wagged a finger at me, playfully narrowing her blue eyes.

"Of course not." I winked at her. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Don't worry, I'll replace the TV with the drug dealing money I earn."

We both burst into laughter before she grabbed her suitcase and began to walk down the porch. "Love you!" she called as she followed mom into the car.

I smiled and waved as I watched the car pull away from the driveway and towards the airport. I could hear my sister's lousy boyband music blast through the car speakers, making me chuckle to myself.

I sighed loudly once my mom's car had disappeared from eyesight.

They were going to Jamaica for a week. I wanted to go, I really did, but I had to go to my best friend's birthday party in a few days. I promised her that I'd go a month before mom and Hannah had planned the trip.

But damn, I really did want to just lay in the sand and turn into a nice bronze. I groaned in jealousy as I shut the door behind me.

As I began daydreaming about how amazingly tan I could be, I bean to walk up the steps. The quaint family townhouse felt weird when it was empty, it was hard to explain it. I strangely felt like somebody was watching me but I knew I was the only one home.

I shrugged it off and walked into my bedroom, jumping onto the bed. I rested my back against the hardboard and extended my feet in front of me. I felt like doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the night, I was too tired to do anything else.

The whole week to myself, eh? This might just be the best week ever.

No hormonal older sister to deal with (and plus I can take all her clothes without her saying anything) and no yappy mom to tell me to clean up my messes.

"It's gonna be a good week," I sang under my breath.

I turned on my TV to fill in the uncomfortable silence that rang through the usually loud house. I grabbed my phone off my bedside table and began to carelessly text my best friend, Aubrey.

I turned the TV onto Pretty Little Liars, trying to catch up since I've missed so many episodes.

After a slow and weary hour passed, I was already bored. My TV and phone could only hold my intrest for so long.

I was sprawled against my bed when I heard a sudden crash in the kitchen. Like a glass was dropped on the tiles. I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise from the sudden sound.

I jerked up out of bed instantly my heart skipping a beat.

"What the fuck?" I whispered under my breath.

I began to wish that my beloved sister was back home. I froze perfectly still, waiting to hear another noise.

I heard heavy footsteps dragging in the kitchen.

I shakily stood to my feet, deciding that I was being robbed. Oh my God. I'm being robbed. I'm home alone.

I decided that I was going to scare of the home intruder. If I didn't, who knew what else he'd take? Probably something extremely expensive. I began to remember the gun under my bed.

The handgun that my dad taught Hannah and I to shoot two years ago.

"Hello?" I called out, my shaky voice cracking.

I reached under the bed and hastily grabbed the gun that my dad told me to keep. We lived in a safe neighborhood but my dad was a police officer, and he thought 'better safe than sorry.' At this moment, I was extremely thankful for the gun I kept under my bed.

I frantically turned off the safety. It was fully loaded.

I took deep breaths through my mouth to calm my beating heart. I got no response. I got the itchy feeling of being watched again. I bit my lip, hard, reaching over my bed and grabbing my phone in the other hand.

"Hello?" I took an unstable step towards the carpeted hallway. No reply.

I felt the air thin as I clutched my phone tighter in my clammy hands. My throat tightened as I took another quiet step towards the stairwell, my feet softly pressing against the tan carpet. The house was deathly quiet.

I frowned as I peeked my head downstairs before going down the steps as slowly as possible. I kept my gun in front of me, my hands on the trigger, ready to shoot. I gripped the trigger so hard my knuckles turned white.

The house was quieter than it's ever been before. The lack of noise made me nervous.

I almost screamed when I saw that the front door was parted open slightly. That must be how he came in, through the door. Maybe he had left through the door, and just didn't shut it. The thought that maybe my intruder was gone relieved my nerves slightly.

I looked around the living room, nothing seemed to have been taken.

I took a deep breath and turned back around. My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest by the more time that passed by. I walked through the living room, past the dining room, and into the kitchen. Every room I looked through looked the exact same as before, thankfully.

I gasped once I got into the grand kitchen.

My mom's favorite dome cake plate was smashed into a million glass pieces against the kitchen tiles. I was confused. The cake plate was sitting in the cabinet under the sink, how could it be smashed all the way on the other side of the room?

This man was ruthless. But at least he's gone.

I unarmed the gun and pushed it into the elastic of my gym shorts. I turned back around so my back was towards the kitchen and I was facing the dining room. I huffed as I dialed mom's number.

I knew that she's probably just gotten on her plane but I had to tell her. She picked up on the third ring. I heard a bit of static before I could hear my mom's voice.

"Helllooooo?" my mom chirped on the other line. I took a step away from the kitchen and towards the dining room.

"Mom-" I began to say but I heard a heavy footstep in the kitchen. I jumped slightly from the chilling noise. I felt an annoying chill travel up my spine.

"Who's there?" I took the phone away from my ear and whipped around so I was facing the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw nothing. I ignored my mother's calls for me on the phone and eyed the kitchen carefully.

"It's just me, love." I heard a deep voice snicker behind me. My throat tightened and I felt my breathing hitch. I wasn't even able to let out a scream before the only thing I saw was darkness.

Just darkness.

this chapter was shorter than usual bc it was just an i n t r o d u c t i o n chapter. ty (: -gigi

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