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The baby started crying again and he gently rocked her trying to calm her down.
He knew James would find him. And he couldn't let another child die. His eyes scanned the area and he saw two cement bags lying next to the wall. He quickly hid her between the bags and turned to run back to the road to get help.
But came to a halt seeing the man before him.
"Found you"
James looked at him happily and strode towards him with a gun in his hand.
"You are not escaping today"
James raised the gun and pointed it at the boy's head.
"There-there people here. You can't shoot me"
"Mmm Smart but not enough"
The boy opened his mouth to shout but the man covered his mouth with his hand and started dragging him back. The boy bit the man's hand and he screamed in pain, the gun falling out of his hand.
The boy quickly took the gun and pointed it at his stepfather.
"You don't even know how to shoot foolish boy" James started chuckling.
But the boy kept the gun pointed at James, his fingers ready to pull the trigger.
James grit his teeth realising the boy wasn't backing down. Suddenly he heard a baby cry. He snapped his head to the right and saw the maid's child lying in between bags of cement.
He smirked knowing that the child was the boy's weakness. He took steps towards the baby.
The boy's fingers trembled in fear. He lost enough today. He wasn't going to let anyone die again.
"You bastard, this child will pay jf-"
But before James could finish he pulled the trigger. The boy fell onto his back with the sudden force, his ears ringing hearing the gun shot sound. Slowly he sat up and saw James lying on the floor, blood oozing out of the wound in his forehead.
People started surrounding the area, peaking to see what had happened. The boy heard several gasps and then sirens.
Police came running and he drop the gun to the ground.
The police shouted but he cared less. He ran to the crying baby and took her to his arms.
"shh. I will protect you. You will be my sister from now on"
Wind brushed past me whispering in hush tones waking up the loved ones buried underneath. I stepped on the frosted brown leaves wincing as the smallest sound fell heavy on my ears.
The cold breeze humming and mumbling sending chills up my bare hands carrying two red roses for the fallen beloveds. My feet took me through the narrow path blending with the dark mist that circled around, mourning for the dead met with an unwanted fate.
I gripped my dark coat and wrapped it tightly around me as the temperature dropped. I skidded along the hollow graveyard stepping on twigs and leaves searching for the path that led me to them.
I came to a halt as my eyes fell on two tombstones that stood tall calling for an embrace of warmth. Slowly but quietly I sat on my knees before them. The wind circled around me howling in pain at the fate their companions met.
I kept a rose on each tombstone and my fingers grazed the engravings on each. Their names, the ones who sacrificed their lives will never be forgotten.
Barbara and Clara
Back to the day
I wanted to die.
What's the point of living if you don't have anyone to live for?
I closed my eyes and cried silently as grief consumed me ripping me from within.
But suddenly I was pushed back and fell on to the floor. All was blurry nothing was clear. But I saw two figures wearing paramedic uniforms shouting in panic, surrounding my baby.
"Hold his chin up"
I didn't know what I was hearing or what was happening. But my distant hearing cleared and I heard sirens.
"Don't gather around. Open the windows"
I blinked and blinked trying to clear my vision. Then I saw the man, Kyle lying on the floor bleeding from his head. My gaze fell on someone sitting before him, looking at the dead man in shock.
It was Marcus.
He was alive.
I glanced up and saw a policeman putting his gun back on his pouch.
"Again"
The paramedics shouted and then I heard the most sweetest voice ever.
Lucas crying.
He coughed and coughed and then cried.
"Quickly take him to the ambulance. The baby is alive. We need to get him to the hospital. Hurry!"
A woman carried the baby who was gasping for air, struggling to breath. Another man stood up and I held on to his leg.
"My baby.... Is he-is he...."
"He's fine if we take him to the hospital quickly"
He released his leg from my grip and ran out the door. My gaze fell on Marcus who was staring at the door, his eyes held shock and pain.
"Mr and Mrs. Anderson please go down to the Ambulance. You both are in need of medical treatment" Another police officer said.
My mind didn't grasp what was happening but I knew that my baby and my husband was still alive.
Tears fell down onto my cheeks in relief.
He knew James would find him. And he couldn't let another child die. His eyes scanned the area and he saw two cement bags lying next to the wall. He quickly hid her between the bags and turned to run back to the road to get help.
But came to a halt seeing the man before him.
"Found you"
James looked at him happily and strode towards him with a gun in his hand.
"You are not escaping today"
James raised the gun and pointed it at the boy's head.
"There-there people here. You can't shoot me"
"Mmm Smart but not enough"
The boy opened his mouth to shout but the man covered his mouth with his hand and started dragging him back. The boy bit the man's hand and he screamed in pain, the gun falling out of his hand.
The boy quickly took the gun and pointed it at his stepfather.
"You don't even know how to shoot foolish boy" James started chuckling.
But the boy kept the gun pointed at James, his fingers ready to pull the trigger.
James grit his teeth realising the boy wasn't backing down. Suddenly he heard a baby cry. He snapped his head to the right and saw the maid's child lying in between bags of cement.
He smirked knowing that the child was the boy's weakness. He took steps towards the baby.
The boy's fingers trembled in fear. He lost enough today. He wasn't going to let anyone die again.
"You bastard, this child will pay jf-"
But before James could finish he pulled the trigger. The boy fell onto his back with the sudden force, his ears ringing hearing the gun shot sound. Slowly he sat up and saw James lying on the floor, blood oozing out of the wound in his forehead.
People started surrounding the area, peaking to see what had happened. The boy heard several gasps and then sirens.
Police came running and he drop the gun to the ground.
The police shouted but he cared less. He ran to the crying baby and took her to his arms.
"shh. I will protect you. You will be my sister from now on"
Wind brushed past me whispering in hush tones waking up the loved ones buried underneath. I stepped on the frosted brown leaves wincing as the smallest sound fell heavy on my ears.
The cold breeze humming and mumbling sending chills up my bare hands carrying two red roses for the fallen beloveds. My feet took me through the narrow path blending with the dark mist that circled around, mourning for the dead met with an unwanted fate.
I gripped my dark coat and wrapped it tightly around me as the temperature dropped. I skidded along the hollow graveyard stepping on twigs and leaves searching for the path that led me to them.
I came to a halt as my eyes fell on two tombstones that stood tall calling for an embrace of warmth. Slowly but quietly I sat on my knees before them. The wind circled around me howling in pain at the fate their companions met.
I kept a rose on each tombstone and my fingers grazed the engravings on each. Their names, the ones who sacrificed their lives will never be forgotten.
Barbara and Clara
Back to the day
I wanted to die.
What's the point of living if you don't have anyone to live for?
I closed my eyes and cried silently as grief consumed me ripping me from within.
But suddenly I was pushed back and fell on to the floor. All was blurry nothing was clear. But I saw two figures wearing paramedic uniforms shouting in panic, surrounding my baby.
"Hold his chin up"
I didn't know what I was hearing or what was happening. But my distant hearing cleared and I heard sirens.
"Don't gather around. Open the windows"
I blinked and blinked trying to clear my vision. Then I saw the man, Kyle lying on the floor bleeding from his head. My gaze fell on someone sitting before him, looking at the dead man in shock.
It was Marcus.
He was alive.
I glanced up and saw a policeman putting his gun back on his pouch.
"Again"
The paramedics shouted and then I heard the most sweetest voice ever.
Lucas crying.
He coughed and coughed and then cried.
"Quickly take him to the ambulance. The baby is alive. We need to get him to the hospital. Hurry!"
A woman carried the baby who was gasping for air, struggling to breath. Another man stood up and I held on to his leg.
"My baby.... Is he-is he...."
"He's fine if we take him to the hospital quickly"
He released his leg from my grip and ran out the door. My gaze fell on Marcus who was staring at the door, his eyes held shock and pain.
"Mr and Mrs. Anderson please go down to the Ambulance. You both are in need of medical treatment" Another police officer said.
My mind didn't grasp what was happening but I knew that my baby and my husband was still alive.
Tears fell down onto my cheeks in relief.
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