The Quinn War (2015)

Chapter Eight: Afterlife!

The Quinn mansion was in chaos. Screams and shouts echoed through the halls as guests rushed to see what had happened. Ricky grabbed Cameron by the arm, his face pale and urgent.

“It’s time to go,” Ricky said firmly, pulling Cameron towards the door.

Cameron, still in shock, allowed himself to be led away. They hurried outside to the car, where Kerys was waiting, her face a mix of fear and determination. Phyllis climbed into the driver’s seat, her hands shaking as she started the engine.

As the car sped away, the mansion behind them faded into the distance, leaving behind a scene of confusion and horror.

Meanwhile, Francesca was rushed to the hospital, the paramedics working tirelessly to keep her stable. They communicated rapidly, their movements precise and practiced.

“We’ve got a deep laceration to the throat,” one of the paramedics reported as they wheeled her into the emergency room. “She’s lost a lot of blood. Get the surgeon on call immediately.”

Inside the hospital, doctors and nurses moved with swift efficiency. Francesca was taken to surgery, where a team of specialists worked to repair the damage. The atmosphere was tense, every moment critical as they fought to save her life.

Back in the car, Phyllis drove with steely determination, her eyes fixed on the road. Ricky sat in the passenger seat, glancing back at Cameron and Kerys, who were both silent, lost in their thoughts.

“We need to figure out what to do next,” Ricky said quietly, his voice breaking the tense silence.

“We can’t go back now,” Kerys replied, her tone resigned. “We’ve done what we needed to do.”

Cameron said nothing, his mind replaying the events of the night over and over. The reality of what had happened weighed heavily on him, a mix of regret and fear gnawing at his conscience.

At the Quinn mansion, the atmosphere was grim. Skye and Kirsten were in the sitting room with Jaydon, their faces etched with worry.

“What happened?” Jaydon demanded, his voice tight with fear and anger.

Skye took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “Francesca was attacked. Kerys, that girl with the bold head and piercings, she came out of nowhere and slashed her throat.”

Jaydon’s face hardened. “Where was Cameron?”

“He was in the garage talking to Francesca,” Kirsten explained. “But we don’t know why. He left right before it happened.”

Jaydon nodded, absorbing the information. “We’re not saying anything to anyone, especially the police, until we hear news about Francesca. We need to handle this carefully.”

Skye and Kirsten exchanged worried glances but nodded in agreement. The stakes were high, and one wrong move could make things worse.

In the hospital, Francesca lay in the intensive care unit, alone and unconscious. Machines beeped steadily, monitoring her vital signs. The doctors had managed to stop the bleeding and repair the damage, but her condition remained critical.

As the hours passed, the Quinns remained on high alert. The mansion was locked down, security tightened to ensure no one could enter or leave without their knowledge. Inside, the atmosphere was tense and fearful, each member of the household grappling with the shock and uncertainty of the night’s events.

Jaydon paced the halls, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and justice. He knew they had to be careful, but the urge to strike back was strong.

In the hospital, Francesca fought for her life, her body and mind struggling to recover from the brutal attack. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with pain and challenges, but she was a fighter, and she wasn’t ready to give up.