THIRD PERSON'S POV
Rose gets up from her seat and heads straight to the door with a big smile dancing on her face, thinking it would be Tyler. She didn't get enough time to thank him, after all, he saved her.
She opens the gate, and her smile instantly neutralises. On the door is a bunch of men standing in black suits, all well-built and so tall that nothing can be seen beyond them.
"Fredrick Stephany." The man in the middle speaks, his face is tight, and he doesn't look friendly.
"Yes?" Rose replies, with a confusion-plastered voice.
In the immediate jiff everyone storms inside without a huff, pushing Rose aside.
"Hey!" Rose yells and rushes behind them.
"What are you-"
"No!" She yells as one of them rashly flips the table dropping everything. Her mother's precious vase also gets shattered in front of her eyes.
The men started to make a mess out of the house, one of them breaking the wooden chair by hitting it on the ground again and again.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rose shouts this time; her hands are shaking uncontrollably. One takes her dad's baseball bat from the corner and swings at the pictures hanging on the wall.
"NO!" Rose runs to the man holding the bat, but someone from behind gets hold of her, not letting her take another step.
She sees the pictures of her family getting smashed into pieces,
"What's happening here..." The trail of words stops getting out of her mother's mouth seeing the strange men and them destroying their beautiful house.
Rose jumps and tries to get out of the man's grip as she sees her parents.
The man who stormed in first didn't waste another second and carelessly held Fredrick from his collar before placing a sturdy punch on his face.
Rose yells, as well as her mother. Tears form in their eyes and her mother runs to rescue him, but there isn't any shortage of muscled men around.
"Where's the money?" The man speaks, who is holding Fredrick.
"What money!" Fredrick yells, earning another sharp punch.
"NO! STOP!!" Rose shoots.
Fredrick grunts, holding his face,
"You know what you have to do." The man speaks, more like announces.
Everyone in black disperses, and the sound of breaking and clashing echoes.
"Leave me! Why are you doing this?" Rose shouts, her eyes moistening.
"Leave me, I said!" She bawls at the man who is holding her, but he responds with nothing.
The sound of shattering is all over. Her mother doesn't stop yelling, she's crying and screaming, but no one cares.
"Why are you doing this!?" Rose yells at the head of this gang.
He looks at her and eyes her deeply. He smirks and turns to her father,
"You really thought you'll be free, huh?"
Fredrick was trying to recall what these strange men were talking about. He suddenly remembers what money they are blabbering of.
He never thought he'd be seeing this day.
He looks at his wife, who is crying and trying to get out of the man's grip. His gaze falls on his daughter, who is yelling to stop all this nonsense, yelling to free her parents and her, yelling to leave her family alone.
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Flower He Couldn't Pluck
General FictionIt's a story of two people living on different sides of the same dimension. She dreaded his world, and he envied hers. She reminded him of a life he had loved once, cherished once. And he reminded her of a life she escaped once, feared once. A pret...
