I knew very little in life. But I knew my mother should not be holding that gun with how fast her hands were trembling. I knew that the man standing in our kitchen should not be there. And I know Mom did not like what he just told her.
"Sierra," he pleads, pulling the black mask off from over his face, revealing tear-stained cheeks glistening in the little moonlight filtering through the dark window.
"Kaz." My mother's voice is low and shockingly steady for how fast her hands are shaking. "Leave. I'm giving you one last chance."
"Mommy?" My voice pitches from the stairs.
Mom's head whips around at my voice, her hands shaking only more violently. "Elfy, please go back to bed." She whispers, hushed as if not to wake me. Panic underlies her voice.
"What's wrong?" I ask, wiping at the warm salty tears now streaming down my cheeks as I look at the figure in the kitchen. He had a gun too.
"Look at her." The man murmurs, his voice strained. Neither he nor Mom wants to do this. "You need to protect her."
"I Am!!" My Mother cries out, frantically shaking the gun. "Now leave Kaz, she is safe. I'm giving her a life, a life you and the school never would have!"
"Mom," my voice quivers.
I had never seen Mom like this, so frantic, so scared.
"Don't ruin this Sierra." Kaz whispers,
She ruined it.
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Space Egg
ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
