It's been eight years since she lost someone she loved, six years since she lost something she didn't wanted to lose, five years since she was with someone she didn't wanted to be with, seven years since she was looked towards with pity and four yea...
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There was silence, not a single voice was heard except the turning of pages of the book the little girl was reading. Slightly humming to herself, she closed the book and caressed the words engraved on its cover with a small smile on her face.
O and V with a little smiley face drawn at the side. I smiled in pain watching her.
A creak was heard from down the hall making the girl look at the closed door in question, she slowly but steadily stood up from the bed and took cautious steps forward, she opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs, but something in her gut said not to. She didn't pay any mind to her gut feeling and chose to check what is it. I got scared for her.
Going after that voice was probably the worst decision of the little girl's life. I told her not to. But she paid no attention to me. I shouted for her. I cried for her to not go after the voice.
The little girl turned towards the living room and saw him. His appearance was all it took for her to turn around and climb up the stairs but in all of this, the stairs made loud creak noises which alerted him.
"Val?" his deep voice echoed in the house making the girl and me halt in our steps.
The chair he was sitting on squeaked and thumped on the floor when he stood up making the girl yelp in surprise. She rushed to the safety of the room she was in and locked herself in.
Heavy footsteps were heard as the girl's breathing got sporadic. Today, her stormy eyes were filled with fear instead of the usual happiness.
"Val? Baby, open the door, please," his voice said.
The voice was so soft that it comforted the little girl but the threat looming in that voice was clear to me, not her.
She took hesitant steps towards the door and opened it while I shouted for her not to, in entered the felon with a vicious smile on his face, he said, "How are you, little pet?"
I jolted awake with a loud gasp, my hair was sticking to my face because of all the sweating and my throat was itching. I groaned after realizing that I have to go downstairs to get the water bottle.
I made my way downstairs, the hall was deserted, scanning the area again, I made my way to the kitchen, picking up the glass jar to pour myself some water.
"Little pet," the same voice whispered taking me by surprise, the jar fell from my hands and landed on the floor, pulverised into a million little pieces.
My hands shook while I looked here and there for him. Then I heard footsteps and in came a lady officer with Alexei with guns in their hands, ready to shoot someone.
"What, what happened?", Alexei said, out of breath and looked towards the mess on the kitchen floor. I gulped and took cautious steps towards the closet, looking here and there for him, I grabbed the broom and started cleaning up, Alexei helped me while the lady officer cleaned the shelf.
