Celeste's childhood wasn't something she loved talking about. It was filled with nothing but painful memories. Whether they were the ones from when her father, along with her brothers, left, or the ones from her mother's death and her stepfather's a...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Darkness had enveloped the streets by the time I and Lorenzo arrived at home. We were supposed to be back earlier, but Lorenzo had taken me to a park, saying that the longer we spent away from home, the better.
We barely spoke to each other, though. It didn't matter that I was so desperate to have a conversation with my brother. And that I was so desperate to ask him about his life over the past six months. Every time I attempted to ask a question, I was answered with nothing but his silence.
"I have to go somewhere," spoke Lorenzo as he twisted the doorknob open. "Stay in the room and lock the door."
I didn't respond as I followed him into the house that was encased with a deafening silence. My stomach twisted in knots as I let out a sigh of worry. I had a bad feeling about this.
"Do you have to go?" I questioned, worry and nervousness lacing my voice. Lorenzo's eyes met mine, his eyebrows furrowing — in what seemed like confusion.
"I need to," he replied calmly. "You can call if anything happens."
"Okay," I murmured out, not wanting to argue further. I'd be fine. I had to be fine.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I cautiously rubbed my hands together in a failed attempt to warm them up. My gaze remained fixed on the door in my line of vision as my heart hammered wildly within my chest.
I heard the door slam shut downstairs a few minutes ago which indicated that Jack was back. I had turned the room's lights off and locked the door, just like Enzo had told me to do. But that didn't mean that I'd be safe.
My hands shook as I grasped my phone and unlocked it. The next moments passed like a blur with me frantically scrolling through the contacts stored on my phone, attempting to find Lorenzo's.
I wasted no time in dialing him once I found his contact; my mind didn't process any of my actions due to the fearful thoughts that had started to endlessly swirl within it.
A shaky breath left my lips as soon as my ears registered the faint patter of footsteps agaisnt the wooden floor from the hallway. Their faint sound got clearer with every time the phone rang without an answer.
