In The Arms Of Danger

❴Encountering Fear❵

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕱𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖆
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𝕬𝖟𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎
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I was engrossed in my math textbook, the soft glow of my desk lamp casting a warm pool of light in the otherwise dim room.

Formulas and equations danced before my eyes as I delved deeper into the intricacies of calculus, the rhythmic scratch of my pencil against paper the only sound in the quiet space.

Then, abruptly, the tranquil atmosphere shattered into chaos. A sudden, sharp and a heavy "pop!" pierced the silence, jolting me from my concentration like a bolt of lightning. It was not a normal "pop" sound, it was a gunshot.

My pen clattered to the floor, forgotten, as my heart lurched in my chest with the unexpected shock.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I sat frozen in my chair, my mind racing to comprehend the source of the disturbance. My mind busted with a thousand words. A flowing river of sentences floated through my head.

This sound is familiar, something what I hear every end of the month.

I started comprehending everything. Are they back? They are the same people?

But then came the undeniable truth-a second gunshot, followed by the distant wail of sirens cutting through that night.

I still remember the date and time of that event, it was around 8:37PM on the Friday night of 27th April, The same date as the death of my parents.

Fear flooded through me like a tidal wave, my hands trembling as adrenaline surged through my veins.

In around 30 seconds, I started panicking, out of a sudden my hands started shaking.

I knew that I am brave, I'm not that sensitive but still these heavy sounds terrified me as hell.

A tear rolled down my left eye, touching the smooth soft-as-brush cheeks of mine. Until I realized that there was another tear rolling down from my right eye.

I've always been staying in my room while such things happen.

Because I do not want to get involved in crime with my joint family.

Yet, I know very well how to fight, how to use guns, knives and other things.

Even though I pride myself on being brave, the mere thought of witnessing people bathed in blood, their piercing screams, and their desperate struggle for breath sends shivers down my spine.

That's why, whenever those haunting figures come knocking at our door, demanding their money back, I find myself frozen in fear. All I can hear is the screaming sounds of my aunt's and uncle's pleas for mercy, haunting me like a relentless nightmare.

This nightmare has been our reality for a year now.

Though my uncles and aunts may wear the guise of normalcy, beneath their facade lies a darkness I never knew existed.

It all started when one of my uncles fell into the gambling addiction three years ago.

Their ill-gotten gains from gambling led them to purchase a grand mansion.

Little did they know, the wealth they flaunted belonged to a group of ruthless gangsters.

The supposed owner of the money, an enemy of the gang, had deceived them.

Now, we find ourselves pursued relentlessly by these vengeful people, receiving death threats on a monthly basis.

Yet, my uncles and aunts remain indifferent to the danger, blinded by their own greed.

I was trying to calm down the panic when I heard screaming voice of my little cousin sister, Amy.

Fears went down my spine as I never knew these evil rats would also ever involve their kids in it.

Not before thinking once, I got out of my room, grabbing my secret revolver for self defense.

This was the first time I got out of my room to face all those evil people, the only reason as my Amy, I was the one who took care of her most of the time.

I raised her like my own baby so eventually, I'm really very emotionally driven close to her and I don't want to loose her at all.

The moment I opened the door, I saw the door leading to the garden outside, wide open. This terrified me as hell.

But still, acting like a brave I rushed down the hallway, suddenly finding a grenade flew and landed in front of me.

I panicked but then realized that it was cylindrical in shape meaning it's a smoke grenade.

I've played enough shooting games in real life that now I know how to deal with such things.

I rushed out of the door in the garden where I found four figures of armed people.

I can confidently say by their body shape that one was a female and other were male.

I was searching for Amy, puzzled by the white smoke I saw that suddenly all the four figures raided inside the mansion.

Some were searching for money and precious things while I saw that one of them was holding my sister, pointing out a gun on her.

I sprinted as fast as I could to help her while I heard a gun shot... and another one. After that, something happened what totally changed my life.

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