TW// Mentions of blood, weapon use, wounds, violence, murder, death.
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''What do you want for lunch, sweetie?'' She asked her son, knowing she wouldn't get an answer back. He was only one year old. The little boy was quietly staring at the all the leafs flying through the autumn sky. When he saw a rabbit disappearing in the woods, he clapped his tiny hands together and let out a happy squeal.
His mother fondly laughed at him. She turned on the radio and started making lunch, while humming along with her favourite song.
She was busy putting the cheese on the bread, when she heard a loud knock on the front door. Her son flinched at the loud noise and looked up at his mother, with wide, innocent eyes. She started walking towards the door, wondering who it could be. She wasn't expecting anyone.
When she reached the door, she put off the lock and slowly opened it. The door was only half way open, when a massive guy pushed her against the wall. Not even a second later, three other guys rushed inside and made their way to the kitchen. That's when she noticed their guns and realised it was the other gang.
Their biggest enemy.
She started screaming, while trying to escape the massive guy's grasps on her."Please, don't hurt my son!'' She begged. She finally managed to escape the man's grasp, by hitting him in the balls, and ran to the kitchen.
She was at the entrance of the kitchen, when she saw the men getting her son out of the highchair, he was still sat in.
That's when a black Range Rover parked in front of the house and the men started panicking when they saw who got out of it. They quickly shot the woman right through her head, her blood spat out of wound and landed on the walls, men and her son.
The last thing she heard, was her son screaming and crying, before everything went black and her limp body fell to the ground.
The man who had the little boy in his arms, dropped him on the ground and ran out of the house, via the back door, with the other men close behind him.
The little boy landed on the ground with a loud thump and slipped into unconsiousness. The crimson coloured liquid oozed out of the wound on his head.
The woman's husband entered the house in a rush, but he was too late. With his wife laying dead on the ground and his son unconsious and wounded, he fell to his knees, crying.
The radio was all along still quietly playing in the background...
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