1. A Night Filled With Terror
Sierra Mancini
“Dad… what happened?”
My voice trembled the moment I saw him.
His face was white as a ghost. Eyes wide, darting around like he was being hunted. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cold breeze blowing in through the open door.
I asked again, louder this time.
He didn’t answer me right away. Just stood there, frozen for a heartbeat too long. Then, as if something snapped inside him, his eyes locked on mine.
Pedro Mancini
“We don’t have time, Sierra. Where’s your mom?”
His voice was tight, forced.
Sierra Mancini
“She’s... in the bedroom. With Angelo.”
Before I could get another word out, he grabbed my hand...his grip so tight it hurt...and dragged me up the stairs.
I’d never seen my father like this before. Not in all my fifteen years. He was always the calm one, the strong one. The one who held the family together when things went wrong. But right now, he looked like the world was ending.
We burst into the bedroom. My mom turned to us, confusion painting her features. My baby brother Angelo was sitting on the bed beside her, holding a toy truck.
Pedro Mancini
“Gulia, we have to leave,”
He didn’t wait for her reaction. He went straight to the cupboard, pulled out a travel bag, and began stuffing it with whatever clothes and essentials he could grab...mine and Angelo’s.
Gulia Mancini
“Pedro, what’s going on?”
Pedro Mancini
“No time, Lia. I’ll explain everything on the way, I promise. But we need to go. Now. They’re coming. Any minute.”
Her face drained of color, lips parting like she wanted to ask more...but before she could, he yanked open another drawer, pulled it out completely, and reached into a hidden compartment I never knew existed.
My chest tightened. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
Then he leaned into Mom, whispered something in her ear. I don’t know what he said...but I saw the way her face changed. How her eyes widened, how her breath hitched. She didn’t ask anything after that.
Everything after that moved in fast-forward.
Blurry. Disjointed. Like I was watching it from underwater.
The next thing I knew, we were in the car.
The rain was pouring so hard it sounded like gravel hitting the windshield. The wipers screeched uselessly back and forth. I was in the backseat, clutching Angelo, trying not to cry.
Gulia Mancini
Pedro, slow down...please!
Mom begged, her voice shaking.
His hands were clenched around the steering wheel. His jaw set. Eyes laser-focused on the road ahead.
I opened my mouth to speak...but then it happened.
The tires screeched.
My mother screamed.
Angelo cried out in fear.
The world tilted.
Everything went still.
And then everything turned Black
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kitty
Good start authyyy I'm waiting for more updates
2025-07-28
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