C50 Heartbroken
The thunder cracked outside in the stormy night as I hid under the wooden old staircase. Soaked in my own sweat, with my heart pounding in my chest, I kept my hand over my mouth not to make a sound. Just a dimmed light in the small living room provided some light in the dark house.
The creak of the staircase made my heart jolt. "I know you're here, beautiful. Come on
