HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

Chapter 2

KYLE'S P.O.V.

As soon as Kyle comprehended what had just happened, and realized the type of call the stranger woman made, he made a run for it. Scared out of his mind as he rounded the house and entered the same way he got out.

His elbow was bleeding, leaving a small trail of blood droplets as he skipped over to his mother’s room, crawling underneath her bed. He didn’t even realize he had started crying until it was too blurry to see. His heart raced faster when he picked up the sound of sirens nearing closer and closer to his house.

In his mind, he kept blaming himself. Thinking to himself that he should’ve listened to his mum. He should’ve never broken the rule. He gasped in fright when banging sounded on the door, wrapping his wings around him, wincing slightly when the soft feathers brushed against the raw skin of his injured arm.

“It’s the police, open the door!”

Little Kyle whimpered as he shrieked into himself, his tears kept bursting forth like water from a dam, spilling down his small face. He felt the muscles of his chin tremble as he begged for his mother’s return.

His sobs were as raw as they could get, when he pressed his head to the dusty floor in hopes it would stop the shakes that racked through his body, muttering his rules one after one like a silent prayer. Waiting for his mother to come to him.

That’s when the door to the bedroom opened, slowly. It was too silent that if not for the small whoosh of air and the tiny squeak the worn metal let out, he would have missed it. But he didn’t and the blood pumped out of his heart even faster. He covered his mouth to quieten his sobs. The consequences of his disobedience terrified him. He’s going to die. They will take him from his mother and he’ll never see her again!

“Kyle? Honey, are you in here?” The sweet melodic voice of his mother sounded in the room in a hushed whisper. As soon as it reached him, that it was his mother, he crawled out immediately and all but threw himself into her waiting arms.

“I’m sorry mummy! I’m sorry! Don’t l- let them take me!” his sobs were stifled as he pushed his tear-smeared face against his mother’s shoulder. His body still shaking in fright, with his frantic apologies for not listening.

“Hush now, my darling, I need to get you out of here, but you have to be very quiet. Can you calm down for me?” it pained her to see her boy in a state of raw terror. The way he clutched her clothes in complete vulnerability. She brushed a soothing hand over his locks, patiently waiting for his short pauses of recovering breaths to be constant.

Light on her steps as she got up with him in her arms, down the stairs to where she could get her boy to safety. They both jumped at the sound of demanding slammed fists against the door. Some form of knocking that was.

When Kyle shuffled closer, wrapping his short limbs around her neck and waist, she hurried. Whispering promises of safety. “Mum, they are coming through the back,” he whispered when the heard footsteps taking direction towards the back of their house.

“I know, honey. There’s is another way out.” She hummed in assurance as she balanced his weight on one arm, stretching the other to open the pantry door. Entering; she, at last, lowered him to his feet, closing the door behind them, then took a hammer, she kept in a toolbox, and smacked it down onto the doorknob, knocking it off its hinges. Therefore preventing anyone from opening the door, outside-in.

The sound emitted from the force of the smack echoed loudly. Attracting the— unwanted— attention of the police force, who were waiting upon capturing a helpless, innocent boy, for what he is. Their voices grew louder and the slams against the door grew harsher, but she tuned it out.