[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Fast And Faster ✓

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"you don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?" —Unknown
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The 10th of April, Year 2019.

     Alessia may be dry, but this is the first time she's ever seen a person die. Her eyes are wide, watching her mother's lifeless body slip down the count into a crouch and to her knees before tilting sideways and slumping to the mosaic tiles of the kitchen floor. Blood is on the counter, running down the doors and now pooling at her head. The crowd of men stands motionless and quiet for what seems like a long time, waiting for their boss' next move, but he's staring blankly at the dead woman. Unconsciously, his free hand sweeps over his clothed chest, where Anissa's had touched him before he finally spins around, whipping on a plastic grin.

     "Debt paid, folks!" He beams, waving his hands. They say nothing, however they are keen on the movement of his hand that's holding the gun he still hasn't put the safety back on on. "Oh... I knew I forgot something." He snaps all of a sudden. "She has a daughter." He snaps his fingers again, as if to say, 'darn it.'

     Alessia scrambles to her feet and backs up into the shadows, as his eyes flicker around the living room.

     "Mateo," he points the Glock in a blonde guy's direction, causing him to flinch, "go find her for me. Heehee, this is gonna to be fun!"

     As Mateo nimbly walks away, the other men stand alert at the look in Sebastian's eyes. They can't read it, but they know that this is how he usually behaves around Anissa...

     ...Anissa is lying dead at his feet currently.

     He feels like he's wounded and bleeding out, and doesn't know why. He holds the untrained gaze of a psycho skipping on their meds, unconsciously massaging his chest area.

     Alessia disappears into her room, knowing well that downstairs is not an option and quietly, she hides herself in her closet, like any typical twelve year old. But, she isn't any typical twelve year old and prances out of the closet after thinking it through. Light on her feet, she enters the bathroom, searching for something to use as a weapon.

     'Tsk, nothing.'

     If they found her in the closet, they'd take her alive. She has experienced their behaviour before, but to her, they held back because her mother was around. What would they do to her now? She doesn't want to know.

     She'd rather die.

     The young girl, covered in scars and bruises, starts over, skimming through the open drawers and cabinets she's already seen, only to huff in despair.

     'Nothing again?'

     Her bathroom doesn't have any pills, or anything dangerous. Her mother made sure of that. She might have been abusive, regarding drugs, way of speaking and lack of emotional intelligence, but she at least knew how to keep her daughter alive and fed properly. That right now, isn't coming in handy.

     'Shit, shit, shit.' She grips the ends of her hair, before she remembers there's a window in her room and she's on the second floor. She may or may not die from a fall of this height, but she couldn't care less. As long as she got away.

     The moment she throws open the bathroom door, her bedroom door opens as well. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest and adrenaline floods her veins as she stares at the man who has come for her, like a deer caught in headlights.

     Alessia dashes across the room, moving so swiftly, feels like she's flying and her hair trails like a banner behind her. Her window is already cracked open and she flings it aside, leaping onto the sill barefooted. Her blood pressure is rising by the second.

     The night is windless but the air is cold, sending chills through her skin and to her bones. She'd probably freeze to death if she doesn't die from the fall. Still, she's going to jump anyway.

     Mateo has long legs and is across the room, around her bed in no time. He pushes himself forward, reaching out for the girl who's choosing the wrong moment to play leapfrog. If he loses this child right here, Sebastian will deem him worthless and proceed to lose him too.

     Alessia squeezes her eyes shut and pushes off, feeling the air rush against her face. However, that feeling lasted for less than a butterfly's lifespan, when she's grabbed. She's stricken with terror, immediately beginning to shiver in fear.

     'I was too slow!' She believes, but truthfully, she was fast.

     Mateo was simply faster.

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