|Brooke's POV|
I watched out of the upstairs window helplessly. There was nothing I could do in the moment to help them that wouldn't put myself in danger. As we made a pact not to try. And even worse Tori got hurt and possibly killed in the making. But I looked down to our still filled yard cautiously to see a mobile tori, and a dead dad. I slummed onto Paige's bed, still quiet to make sure no one was still lurking around the house.
We locked the door to keep any potential people out, but it seemed like it would be a long time before anyone could get out of my house. I sighed and started to cry as I realized there was a strong possibility I could never see my sister or Chloe again. Or my parents. I wondered what they would do to them. I laid back onto the bed and cried. Josh tried to comfort me but he was equally upset, and as the older sister I should be comforting him, but it was vice versa, and I felt no shame dirtying the quilt of the bed with my tears and running mascara. I was holding onto a teddy bear crying when I was jolted from the sound of the telephone ringing. I went to amp swear it but remembered Tori's comment on how the line was tapped. They would know we were still here if we answered the line. I checked the caller id: it was Chloe's mom. Even if I was able to actually pick up then one without worrying if it was tapped, I wouldn't. I wouldn't be able to hear her voice knowing where her daughter was going: death.
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Holocaust
أدب الهواةEverything was fine and normal in Pittsburg. What could go wrong? It was summer, school was out, and we spending it with our best friends. But when Chloe and Paige left for home early they thought nothing of it, until they realized that being Cathol...
