The thought of Kaleb and my mom being killed ran through my mind on repeat to a point where I felt sick. I don't know what I would do without them. I need them both. they are all I have left and the thought that they might have lost their life because of me is just unbearable. I needed to do something. I needed to do something NOW!
I searched and searched until the point where I had lost all hope but the thought of my mom and Kaleb encouraged me to keep going! I tried to put myself into my dad's tragic, inhumane mind so that I could think like him and find out where he would take them. Time is running out ! I needed to do whatever it is I have to do to find them!
I thought of places that there could be a hidden exit or door but I could not think of a single place I hadn't already checked.
I fell to the ground. it felt like the walls were closing in on me. It felt like my only reasons for living were slipping through my fingers and I could do nothing about it...
The small glimpse of light that was shining in the room that I was in suddenly disappeared. I could not see a thing. All I could hear were voices. I listened closer to the voices and noticed that they were Kaleb and my mom's voices crying out , crying out for help!
I'm coming, I screamed!
I heard a loud bang and a loud yelp followed shortly after.
mom ? Kaleb? mom? Kaleb? answer me please! where are you? What's going on? What was that noise?
I heard some noises around the room but it was too dark to see what it was. The noises kept getting closer and closer until I felt someone grab me an wrap their hands around my mouth. Their hands were so I tight.. I could feel a knife brazing my neck.. Were they going to kill me ?
I felt someone's breath on my left ear as I heard a voice say "I've been waiting for this , and now I finally get my chance to be inside you." wait ? I recognized the voice..
it was not my dad this time. noo it can't be.. The voice was in fact Kaleb's...
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