I can't... I can't, I can't, I can't.
"Please."
I have to, but I can't.
"Help us."
I won't. I...
"You will."
I have to.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
"Oh, God."
Shaking hands. Cool metal. Begging eyes. Loud blast.
The nine times I escaped, and the one time I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
Sorelle
General FictionThis will be a short story, with short chapters and lots of room for imagination. I can't put anything in the description, but there will be blood. There will be death. There will be a dysfunctional father-daughter relationship. And there'll be hell...
