The Choice Is Ours

She knew they'd come for her.

After a few love reassurance to the corpse of her husband,Layla Hill dashed away from the crime scene where she arrived back at their house.

It was in ruins which made it obvious that they'd been here in search of her.

Panting heavily,she grabbed one of her husband's suitcases and began to ransack into it,piles of old gowns that belonged to her.

She did this so very quickly that in a matter of minutes she'd zipped up the suitcase and hurried down the stairs.

She had no where to go however staying here would be unreasonable.She worked in the orphanage one particular time,staying there for a month or two, till she was able to report the case to the police and get her daughter back from the hands of that maniac, wouldn't hurt.

With beads of sweat cascading down her face,she swung the door open only to find three huge men dressed in black overalls.

It wasn't long before her weary sight caught hold of a revolver.

She gasped and immediately slammed the door sho