Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 17

After a couple of hours of watching tv with the kids we all agreed that it was time to eat. In search for something edible that both the kids wanted, it became a job at hand.

"I want some hotdogs," Jazzy demands as she pulled open the freezer in search for them. Jaden scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Mommy said I can pick what I want to eat," Jaden says and crossed his arms when Jazzy pulled out the hotdogs anyways. "I don't want those!" He whines.

"Well, what if I made hotdogs and whatever it is you want to eat?" I offer and watch as he instantly cheered up.

As he went into search for what he wanted, I placed the water on for Jazzy's hotdogs. It took him a while to decide on what he wanted before he settle with cereal.

A little over an hour later we were headed upstairs. Jaden wanted to go up because he thought he heard something outside of the house. I quickly assured him that it was nothing, and that the men and his mother would be home soon, but he was persistent about going up.

To assure him, I quickly agreed and we were on our way upstairs. His worry soon came to alarm me but I did show it to the kids, knowing it would only scare them more.

As soon as we went to turn to the third floor, the sound of the door barging open was heard. My hand quickly flew out to cover Jazzy's mouth when she went to scream, and I looked at both the kids in alarm. Feeling just as hopeless as, well, a kid.

"Go find somewhere to hide, and keep quite." I whispered to the both of them as Jazzy began to cry harder. Feet shuffling downstairs was heard and I urged them up the second set of stairs. "Jazzy, you have to go! Quickly!"

"I want Stefano found, NOW!!" A vaguely familiar voice growled, "Stefano, why don't you come out to play?"

Just as the kids began to run up the third floor steps, I ran down the hall and turned down a much shorter hall. The sound of feet running up the first story steps was heard, and I knew to make sure the kids stayed safe I had to attract attention to myself.

I slammed one door and ran as fast as I could to a farther one. It took everything in me not to cry as my only hope was to shelter myself either under the bed or in the closet. Of course the room I run to had nowhere to hide. The bed was way to high for me to run under and the closet will be the first place they looked. Fuck!

With a prayer I darted over to the closet and quickly hid myself inside. Minutes felt like seconds as I heard all the rooms being ram sacked. Commands after commands were being thrown as the search the house for Stefano.

Sadly the room I was in was next. I listen to every door step as the person on the inside walk towards the closet. My breathing picked up as of my heart rate. I didn't have time to debate on what I would do because the closet door was soon pulled open. Startled brown eyes met mine dead on, and I instantly froze.

I never thought I could miss William so much.

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"Where the fuck is he?!" A mans voice boomed as the sound of something crashed behind me. My nerves was working because there was still men upstairs raiding the house.

"He's not here," Someone replies in a distant voice, as if they were coming down the stairs.

I tried to move from the spot I was in but it seemed extremely impossible. My hands were linked together and my left ankle throbbed as if my heart dropped down to it. The reason for my throbbing ankle is because, the guy must have not thought it would actually be someone in the closet. From my point of view; he got scared, panicked, and kicked me in the leg.