A thud
I turned around
Curly black hair was pressed against the glass
His angry face glared down at her
She clawed at his hands
Another thud
The black hair fell
He spun towards the one who dared to rescue her
His hands wrapped around the neck of the hero
The girl slumped against the truck seat sobbing
I couldn't move
My heart raced and tears fell
"Stop!" she said
And he spun back to her
Dropping the hero
Her neck was once again in his grasp
She was pressed against the seat
Her eyes desperate
I reached over
Clawed at his hands
Drew blood
But he wouldn't let go
My tears fell onto her face
My sister was dying in front of me
The hero was still slumped against the truck
As I saw her giving up the fight
A voice
"What are you doing!"
And the hands receded
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Short stories
Historia CortaA group of short stories that I wrote to pass the time, including fractured fairytales. Some of them are older and not as good. Any feedback you have would be helpful!
