8) Valentina

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A high-pitched screaming continued to echo until I found myself in the hundredth living room that Demetrius owned

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A high-pitched screaming continued to echo until I found myself in the hundredth living room that Demetrius owned.

Hanzo stood there screaming at a bug.

I don't understand how people are scared are bugs, they're petite creatures that do no wrong.

"Hanzo calm down!" I laugh and his screams continue following through the room.

He doesn't calm down.

Officially time to block him out.

I wonder how his wife feels- someone pray for her (and the kids too)

Especially the kids.

I place out my hand and the bug quickly laid on my hand. I open the window and a sudden gun shot echoes in the air.

I race to hide under the table and Hanzo swears under his breath.

The bubbly and funny Hanzo I knew was gone and replaced with a different man his face was stern and solemn. He swiftly takes his gun out of his right pocket.

He walks out swiftly and swears under his breath.

He looks back at me his face soft until he hears a loud crack and anger returns.

"Hide!" He shouts and I race to do so.

Though I am used to having to endure these scenarios it still pricks me the wrong way. Perhaps similar to the feeling of a thread not going into the needle.

I eventually hide into an unknown room and arguably the simplest room, rushing into the closet I find my heart rate racing.

It was pitch black and I find myself leaning onto the soft materials of the clothes.

My breathing increases as the seconds go by. Sweat tickling my head as a sense of claustrophobia kills me.

It felt like I was experiencing hours inside this tight closet.

I want to look out and see what happened however I know the consequences if I intervene.

Loud shouting occurs and the sounds of gunshots echo inside Demetrius' home.

I need to leave.

My body feels as if it's going to shatter in seconds. I try to breathe and as I force myself to exhale in which a soft sob slowly breaks out.

Be quiet Val.

I repeat this to myself hoping that I won't get caught but as I attempt to reassure myself, I find memories that I hid in the back of my mind replaying.

Masculine voices continue shouting and crying out as a loud slam screams out. I find myself cuddling my knees as I bite my lip hard.

All I can see is pitch black.

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