Separated

Separated

  • WpView
    Reads 32
  • WpVote
    Votes 6
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing5m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 7, 2017
" I CAN'T FIND MY..." I sobbed "dad" I dropped to the ground "dad.... I need you." i looked up and saw a man grabbing a women and tearing them both down to the ground and then he hovered over her. I grab my bags that I just got and ran away hoping not to be the next one down. I heard some thing behind me I look behind me continuing to run. I stopped and swinging the bags I hit him in the balls and stomach and he fell I continued to my running and finally got outside and ran into a random truck it was lifted and huge! I threw my bags and then the man beat on the window.......... READ TO CONTINUE
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • INSIGHT ON MAI DIARY
  • Him and I:The Complicated Love Story
  • Destroyed (completed)
  • Chase Me
  • Inmate
  • Custody Granted (Scömìche)
  • Scars
  • Hold On Till May For Me (PTV FANFICTION)
  • Catch me if you can
  • His Will, His Way

The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines