𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ➵ (𝐓𝐖𝐃)

𝐗𝐕𝐈

Ada

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"They were young.

Real young.

Maybe five or six.

I can't remember.

And they're hiding under a bed."

The girl's hand is over her mouth keeping herself quiet.

She's sobbing right next to the boy, who tries to keep her calm.

Yelling comes from downstairs. Loud noises, bangs, things being thrown at the wall.

They can't hear what the voices say.

They only recognize the pleas from their mother.

And their father's voice booming throughout the house.

The boy crept out from underneath the bed.

He was only so small but had the confidence of a grown man.

"Don't go out there, you'll only make things worse." The girl pleaded, her voice only a whisper.

But the boy didn't listen to her, and now he's caught in the middle.

She cried softly into her hand, desperate to be out of this situation.

She whispered to herself, through her sobs "Everything's gonna be okay."

Stomps come barreling up the stairs.

Banging can be heard on the door. "Stop it, leave her out of it, Greyson!"

Her mother screamed, begged, and did everything she could, but to no avail.

Her voice could no longer be heard.

A crash from downstairs.

Like she had tumbled down the stairs.

"Jane, open this door right now!" Her father screamed.

But she ignored him and put her hands over her ears.

She sobbed as the banging continued.

She sobbed even after it stopped.

She sobbed as her brother finally came back into the room.

She sobbed as he got on the phone with the police.

She sobbed as she heard the sirens.

She sobbed as the ambulance approached their home.

She sobbed on the way to the hospital, and in the waiting room with her brother.

She sobbed, even when they told her their mother was okay.

And she sobbed, as her mother held her newborn baby in her arms, telling her "It's all gonna be okay. It's different now, I swear."

That was not the first time their mother had lied to them, and it wouldn't be the last.

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"Ada!" Carl's voice rips me from my thoughts.

I stare at him, feeling disoriented.

"I've said your name like ten times trying to get your attention. You doing okay?" He asks me.