WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS SEXUAL CONTENT AND SOME LANGUAGE THAT MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME MINORS. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF TWELVE, WELL, I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU YOU CAN'T READ IT, BUT LETS JUST SAY I HOPE YOU HAD "THE TALK".
Hello, so this book has a variety of genres, action, romance, and comedy being only some, haha. So tell me what you think in the comments below. Thanx, Alixaria. XD
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I giggled as I struggled to get out of my mother’s arms. She laughed with me and finally sat me down as she looked at the different meats that were lined up in the grocery store’s freezer. As soon as my feet hit the cold floor, I began to run.
I heard her voice, her beautiful voice call after me. “Madeline, come back here!” I could hear her feet hit the floor as she ran after me, a smile on my lips. “Madeline, please stop running.” I heard her call to me, but I could still hear the laugh in her voice.
“Come get me, mommy!” I yelled back to her. She was only ten feet behind me, at the most but at that age, it looked like a lot more.
Then I heard it, the loud crashing sound. I kept running. I didn’t know any better.
“Madeline, please, no!” I could hear the panic in her voice now as she sped up. She was just a few feet behind me, almost able to grab me. But it was too late. I made it to the front of the store, where all the cash registers are. I ran until I reached the first cash register. Then, I stopped. My mother grabbed me up and dropped to the floor there. Then I saw what she saw, the men standing there.
There were at least fifteen of them. They each had a gun and a mask. And they were all staring at me and my mommy.
I quickly looked around and saw everyone else in the store. They were all lying on the ground, some had their heads turned towards us, and some even had tears in their eyes.
I couldn’t believe what was going on. It was like a movie; something that, to me, didn’t happen in real life.
Tears began to leave my eyes and I turned my head ever so slightly to see my mother’s eyes streaming with them.
One of the men stepped toward us and my mother sat up quickly. She pushed me behind her to hide me from the man’s view.
“What’s her name?” He asked in a gravelly voice.
My mother looked up at him and one sob escaped her.
“I said, ‘What’s her name?’” He yelled, stepping closer and smacking my mother on the check. She fell trembling to the ground in front of me.
“Madeline, her name is Madeline.” She gasped, pulling herself up and pushing me farther behind her.
“Madeline? She is a doll of a little girl, quite a sight for sore eyes. She would make a great toy.” The man said huskily and stepped forward. Gasps ran through the crowd of hostages that lined the floor.
One man was brave enough to speak up. “You sick bastard.” He said slowly. “She is just a baby, just four or five years old. Leave her alone.”
The man with the gun laughed. “Yes, but that makes it all the more fun.”
Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. But, of course he was.
“You’re who we came for, Madeline. You’re ours now.” He whispered then laughed. “Move, woman, give me the child.” He said, crouching down in front of my mother. She immediately stopped crying and met the blazing blue eyes of the man with her cool green ones.
“No,” She whispered.
“I said, move!” He yelled and struck at my mother.
And suddenly, my mom was someone new to me. She grabbed the man’s wrist and turned it behind his back. “You will NOT take my daughter.”
The man chuckled. “Come on, Sierra. You’ve been trained to kill. You can do better than that.”
The man grabbed my mother’s ankle with his free hand and pulled. She came down hard on her left side and I could hear the air leave her. He yanked me up by my arms and threw me towards the other men. I landed ten feet away from them with a sickening crunch. I yelled out.
I watched my mother jump up from her spot on the ground and drop kick the mysterious man. He dodged it flawlessly. Then, without me seeing how, my mother was down, and blood was everywhere. He turned around to face me with a crooked smile. Then, with just enough speed to blur it, my mother’s leg wiped out and knocked him of his feet.
“Run, Madeline, run!” She yelled and I ran towards the back of the store, away from the other men who were probably chasing me, towards where I saw workers come in and out of all the time as I cradled my broken arm. I didn’t stop running. Not even a minute later I saw the door that exited the building and ran for it. I ran straight into it and just as it flew open, I heard the firing of the gun that killed my mother.
