Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Annie jolted awake at the sound of relentless pounding against her door. Her breath hitched in her throat; her body went rigid with fear.

No! no! no! no! Not yet! Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she rummaged through the dimly lit room. Shadows were jumping around cracked walls and playing into her paranoia. She’d hidden so well, covering up her tracks so carefully, and yet, somehow they had outsmarted her.

Her fingers clamped over her mouth, stifling the panicked breaths threatening to betray her.

The knocking grew louder, more insistent. It was aggressive. Determined.

They were coming for her.

Heart hammering, she threw off the thin sheet and scrambled out of bed.

With trembling hands, she snatched her scattered clothes off the floor and yanked them on.

There was no time to waste. She had to get out–now.

Her mind raced with escape plans, but none seemed viable.

The door had been her only way out, and that was no longer an option.

And suddenly, it clicked.

The window!

She whirled toward it and flung aside the curtains.

The drop wasn’t too high–if she jumped and landed right, she could run, disappear again before they caught her.

pieces of yesterday bread

no idea when she would eat good food again,

as she was about to hoist herself up, the door

splintered into the air, crashing onto the floor

her breath caught in her throat as a towering figure stepped

A man.

a presence that filled

shone in the dim

coal–unemotional and calculating–cut into

off him, a

deadly. Lethal. And he

tried to force

in a voice low and menacing, to the extent it sent a shiver down her spine, he spoke.

slow, deliberate pause. “Long time no

most terrifying, voice she had

up, his voice rising high with urgency. “Jake’s lost his bloody mind! He can’t be serious

didn’t even slacken his pace. His jaw was locked so tightly it could have cracked under the pressure, his fists opening

still echoed in his brain. He’d sacrificed his entire existence to back him up and get his trust–but now it only felt as if the floor just got taken right

in family. That had shattered, the wreckage slicing deeper than any physical wound.

with Father still alive, he has completely taken over. And mark my words, John, he will do everything in his power to make

answers from the darkening clouds above. His hands quivered at his sides,

Jake–their very brother growing up, the brother in whom they had once placed all their trust–was so far gone he’d rather see

made John’s stomach heave.

did not rise, but neither did it lose its urgency.

any shouted fight, the simmering rage bubbling over. The ride back to their mother’s was somber

awaiting them at the door; her eyes–those red swollen desperate eyes–looked well in their faces for some amount of good news.

She found none.

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