He stood outside your door frantically knocking. "Brooklyn?!" You kept hearing shuffling noises and finally an even gruffer voice yell hey. Metal chinked, tears steamed down your cheeks. You clasped your hands to your mouth in pure dread as you swiftly walked over to the door,
Unlocking it. A man with a taser glared up at you.
But not a normal glare a robber would give. One with deep hatred. Not like He always gave, one of pure disgust. Like he came into this earth just to utter these words:
"Get in my car or Oliver dies."
You marched to the front door, looking back every so often. The man marched behind you, a blank expression. When I got outside I knew I'd run the risk of killing Oliver or being outran if I decided to make a run for it.
(Do y'all want me to turn it into a fantasy ending? I might just anyways if no one replies cuz- I don't know I want to?)
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" Our Cherry Tree "
RomanceYou waited. He never came into your room anymore. "Brooke, my love?" He called from outside but you never listened. You only cried, you poor thing. He insisted "Let me in, let me know you're alive! Unlock the door!" The man with no mercy pleaded. Yo...
