Run away love

How much time do we have to live?

Floyd's p.o.v.

I rolled over in the bed. The clock read 2:17a.m. and India wasn't there. I felt as if I were trapped in a plastic bag and I was suffocating. I felt so uncomfortable. I had to do something. I got up google searched the bible in my phone. I read psalms chapters 56 and 59. I prayed to God for the spirit of peace. I began to feel hungry, so I ate. I got tired then I just knocked out. I turned over to look at the clock this time it was 12:33p.m. I thanked God for lettinge sleep peacefully through the night. But I was still sad that India was gone.

India's p.o.v.

I couldn't believe what was happening. My father found me again. The man who held me down pushed me into a dim room and shut the door. I turned to find someone balled up in the corner whimpering. I walked slowly towards them. "Are you okay"? It jerked at the sound of my voice and looked up. "Mom"? I fell to the ground hugging her. "India what are you doing here"? "He found me". "India i'm sorry you have to go through this". "Mom its okay its not your fault". I looked at her face, it was bruised. I felt bad for her. "The door opened amd my mom looked frightened as my dad walked in. I stood up as he approached us. "Ha ha ha ha, look at mom and daughter, both look alike both grew up to be good for nothing whores, and oh look you guys have matching scars". "We don't have matching scars". My mom answered. "You will" he said lifting his hand. I reacted quickly but it wasn't hard enough to knock him out. He wiped his lip to see if it was bleeding and laughed. "I'm not going to waste my energy on you, i'll kill you later". "You" he said pointing at my mom "You have 24hours to live". "And you have 48hours to live.