#3 thesims4 10/07/2020
Karson grew up amidst family chaos and dangerous gangs in the strange town of Strangerville. Son to a mother, scared for her life, and a father, involved in crime, from a young age he was brought forcefully into the perilous...
I trembled as I hid in the darkness, forcing my eyes to stay open. Tense, I attempted to remain still but my quivers continued as fear grew. I looked down at the wooden floor as it creaked under my weight. I shook at the sound, hairs rose on my neck. Tears formed and dripped down my face onto the wood in small specks, unsure whether they were out of fear or my body's reaction to my unblinking eyes.
I was petrified.
BANG!
Another scream.
A thud was heard as whoever yelled tumbled to the ground. The floors shook as the yelling began.
"Gregory!" a man yelled and was accompanied by more furious voices. They bellowed in unison, cursing and destroying their surroundings. "Gregory! We know you are here!" The bed I hid under wouldn't suffice for long.
Suddenly, a hand cuffed my mouth, pulling me back against something warm. Just as I was about to scream, a gentle voice which staggered spoke behind me into my ear.
"Shh... Karson," she said. "It's okay, honey," my mother's voice quivered and was having trouble articulating. I could feel my hot staggering breath on her hand reflect back into my face. The footsteps continued, drawing nearer and nearer. Bullets fell to the ground in small clings as the clicks of reloading guns echoed. "Your father will come out any minute now, don't worry."
What a liar. What good would white lies do for us?
"Greg! Come out! Now!" they hollered one last time. At the sound of their shouts, small blabbering cries started. Something began to struggle behind me.
My mother began to frantically shush, removing her hand from my agape mouth. No words came out, only the pure horror of realisation stretched in my chest.
"Carter... Carter please... shhh..." my mother whispered, looking back in the darkness I could make out the feeble figures my mother desperately clutching and rocking onto a squirming rag of cloth. The little girl inside was provoked and kicked against her mother's attempts to contain the noise.
The footsteps stopped as they listened to the bait.
"M-mum..." I started but was stopped by an anxious exclamation from above the bed, which covering our weak bodies. Where was my father then?
"Shh... Karson, just count to ten with me. It'll be alright... One,"
"O-One-"
Our breaths became ragged as gasps became profound. My nerves and sweat brought me closer to insanity as the seconds went by.
"Two,"
"Here! We found some!" As a huge hand lifted the covers, light streamed in and revealed our paralyzed faces. "Get them," a man ordered.
"Three-"
I felt myself being aggressively dragged out from underneath the bed. Next followed my mother and my little sister, both struggling against the commotion.
"Karson!"
"Mum!"
"Shut it! Where's Greg?" the tall man asked. I hid my face under my strands of hair as I hung my head, almost playing dead.
"I don't know-"
Four...
"Stop playing with me, woman. I asked you where he is!"
Five...
Carter began to wail heavily, increasing the tension surrounding us. Drowning us.
"Someone shut that baby up!"
"N-no please, wait!"
Six...
An abrupt pain grappled me as someone grasped my hair and yanked my head back. Grey eyes cupped into deep eye-sockets stared into mine.
Seven...
"You look just like him, don't you, Kid?" I didn't answer him. Instead, my mother's begs for mercy and shrills were caught in the air.
Eight...
"What's your name?" the man questioned as he studied my small comparable figure.
"Karson," I coldly muttered under my breath. I stared back at him as the mouth-corners stretched into a cunning grin. It was the face of someone with a plan. Yeah, that's my name.
Nine...
Pain suddenly shot through me as a heavy hit landed on the back of my head. A warm redness dripped down from my hair as I landed forward into the arms of the stoic man. The darkness of the bed felt more tender than his hands circled around my arms. Blackness surrounded me as my vision fogged and everything before me vanished. The sounds, my mother's body reaching out to the cloth as it was held high in the air, in a stranger's fist.
I never reached ten that day. I'm sorry, mother.
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