A Love Restored

My body went rigid. “Fun part?” I whispered to myself, the sound trapped in my throat.

“It’s dangerous, Sam.” One of the men said. “We need to get the work done and get out of here.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My Dad was getting our house robbed? Why?

A cold sweat prickled my skin. They weren’t just here to steal. They wanted to play with us, to terrorize my mom and I before taking whatever they desired. And my father was involved in it. My mind raced, searching for an escape, an advantage. The hanger felt useless in my trembling hand, a pathetic shield against their dark intentions.

Then, a thought, sharp and desperate. If they thought I was alone, if they believed I wasn’t fighting back… maybe, just maybe, I could turn the tables. It was a gamble, a dance with madness in the heart of my own home, but it was my only hope.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I forced myself to relax, to mimic the stillness of the shadows. They wouldn’t expect resistance, not from a scared girl hiding behind a door. But I wasn’t just a girl anymore. I had to do something. I had to go to my Mom. I had to call Felix.

Their footsteps moved away, fading into the labyrinthine house. Silence descended, suffocating and heavy

I waited a few minutes before pushing the door open. On my tiptoes, I took a few steps outside the kitchen. The door to the house was right there. I could have run. I’d be safe, then. I could run away all the way to Felix’s house. Even if he wasn’t there, his family would surely help. But I needed to be quick

My heart raced as I attempted to flee the house, my mind consumed by fear and panic. Seeking refuge, I dashed towards the door of my house, only to discover more men gathering on my porch, blocking my escape. Frozen in place, I realized there was no way for me to run without being noticed

With a sinking feeling, I retreated back inside, quietly closing the door behind me. I moved through the shadows, my footsteps muffled on the floor. Finding a concealed spot to hide, I strained to hear the low and menacing voices of the men as they entered the house.

‘Heard a noise, didn’t you? one of them grumbled.

“Yeah, sounded like it came from in here,” another replied, his voice sending a chill down my spine.

I held my breath, pressed against the wall, as they discussed the mysterious sound. The men’s footsteps drew closer, and I prayed they wouldn’t discover my presence. The room felt tense as their conversation echoed, and I strained to control my breathing.

“Check over there,” someone instructed, their voice uncomfortably close.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to be invisible, to blend into the darkness. Every creak of the floorboards beneath their weight heightened my anxiety. I listened intently, hoping they would soon leave, and my concealed position would go unnoticed.

“Nothing here. Maybe it was just the wind, one of them suggested.

I clung to that shred of hope, waiting in silence, hidden and vulnerable. The men’s fading voices signaled their departure, and I breathed a sigh of relief. In that moment of uncertainty, all I could do was wait for the right time to escape. And pray.

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