Shadows of the Twilight

Chapter 1: "Brother, I'm Scared..."

In the dim light of their small room, thirteen-year-old Kian wrapped his arms tightly around his seven-year-old sister, Lila. She trembled against his chest, clutching her stuffed bear like a shield. Outside the door, they could hear their stepfather, Ethan, moving around, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house like the tolling of a bell—one they both feared.

"Shh," Kian whispered, his fingers gently stroking Lila’s tangled silver hair. "I’m not going to let him hurt you. I promise."

Tears wet Lila’s cheeks as she buried her face deeper into Kian’s shoulder. "I miss Mom," she whimpered, her voice so small and fragile it broke Kian’s heart all over again.

He bit his lip, trying to suppress the anger boiling inside him. Their mother had been their anchor, the one who had shielded them from Ethan’s cruelty. But now she was gone—taken by a sickness that had snuck in and robbed them of her gentle strength.

Now, it was just the two of them, trapped in a house that felt more like a cage. Kian knew they couldn’t stay much longer. Ethan’s temper had grown worse in the months since their mother’s passing, and the bruises on both their bodies were stark reminders of what would happen if they didn’t leave soon.

"I’m going to get us out of here, Lila," Kian said firmly, pulling her back to meet his gaze. "Tonight."

Lila’s eyes widened in fear. "But what if he catches us? He said he’d—"

"I won’t let him." Kian’s voice shook, but his resolve hardened. "You just need to trust me."

A loud crash from the other room made both of them jump. Ethan was drinking again. Kian could hear the glass shattering, followed by the familiar slur of Ethan’s voice muttering curses.

"I’ll distract him," Kian whispered. "When I say so, you run out the back door and head for the woods, okay? Don’t look back. Just run."

"But Kian—"

"No," he cut her off, cupping her face with trembling hands. "No matter what happens, you don’t stop. Promise me."

Lila hesitated but eventually nodded, her lower lip trembling as she whispered, "I promise."

Kian stood, feeling the weight of the world settle onto his shoulders. He moved toward the door, steeling himself for the confrontation that was coming. For months, he had avoided Ethan’s wrath as best he could, keeping his head down, taking the hits meant for Lila, but tonight was different. Tonight, they were leaving.

Opening the door quietly, Kian stepped into the hallway. The living room was dimly lit by the flicker of the television, its low hum doing little to drown out Ethan’s drunken muttering. Ethan sat on the couch, his bulk hunched over a bottle of whiskey, his bloodshot eyes glaring at nothing in particular.

"Where do you think you’re going, boy?" Ethan’s voice slurred, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

Kian froze for a moment but forced himself to take a step forward. "Nowhere, Ethan. Just getting some air."

Ethan laughed, a cruel, bitter sound. "You think you can lie to me? After everything I’ve done for you? For this family?"

Kian’s fists clenched at his sides. "You’ve done nothing for us." His voice shook, but the words felt like a release. "You don’t even care about us. You only cared about Mom, and now she’s gone. You’re just a coward who’s afraid of being alone."

Ethan’s eyes darkened, and he stood, stumbling toward Kian. "You little—"

"Now, Lila!" Kian shouted, turning on his heel and sprinting toward Ethan, his body slamming into the man’s stomach with all the force he could muster.

Behind him, he could hear the back door creak open as Lila bolted into the night.

Ethan growled, grabbing Kian by the collar and throwing him against the wall. Pain exploded in Kian’s back, but he ignored it, struggling to get back on his feet as Ethan’s fist connected with his ribs.

"You think you can leave? You think you can just run away and everything will be fine?" Ethan snarled, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Kian gasped for air, his vision swimming, but the thought of Lila—of her safety—kept him going. "She’s already gone," Kian spat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You’ll never find her."

Ethan’s face twisted in rage, and he raised his fist again, but this time, Kian was ready. He kicked out, hitting Ethan’s knee, sending the man crashing to the floor with a howl of pain. Without a second thought, Kian scrambled to his feet and sprinted toward the back door, his heart pounding in his chest.

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The cold night air hit him like a wave as he ran into the forest, his feet pounding the dirt path beneath him. He could hear Ethan stumbling after him, cursing and shouting, but Kian was faster, fueled by desperation.

"Lila!" he called out, his voice hoarse as he ran deeper into the woods.

A small voice answered from behind a tree. "Kian, I’m here!"

Kian rushed to her, pulling her into his arms. "We have to keep moving. He’s coming."

But just as they turned to run, a loud snap echoed through the trees—a gunshot. Kian froze, his blood running cold.

"Keep running!" he shouted, shoving Lila ahead of him. But he couldn’t move. A searing pain bloomed in his side, and when he looked down, he saw the blood spreading across his shirt.

Lila screamed, her eyes wide with terror. "Kian!"

He stumbled, falling to his knees. "Go, Lila! Please!"

But she wouldn’t leave him. Tears streaming down her face, she knelt beside him, her small hands shaking as they tried to stop the blood. "You promised!" she sobbed. "You promised you wouldn’t leave me!"

Kian’s vision blurred, but he forced a smile, his hand reaching up to touch her cheek. "I’m not leaving," he whispered. "We’re... we’re going to be free, Lila. You... you have to be strong. For both of us."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, but not Ethan’s. Figures emerged from the shadows—police officers, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.

"We got a call from a neighbor," one of them said, rushing to Kian’s side. "You’re safe now, kids. He’s not going to hurt you anymore."

As they lifted Kian onto a stretcher, he looked at Lila one last time, his heart breaking at the sight of her tear-streaked face. But he knew—somehow, he knew—they would survive this. Together.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight lifted from his chest.

They were free.

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