I gulped as I pushed my wheelchair back in fear. Ethan smirked, “Are you…scared?”Ronnie came forward, “Please Ethan, she has just gone through an ordeal. I hope you would understand and not pressure her. I beg of you.”I clasped my hands together, eyes watering as I looked at Ethan.“Who is this?” Another voice boomed from behind Ethan.They looked alike. Tall, imposing, handsome. He had dark hair with white strands. His eyes were sky blue unlike his brother’s whose were onyx colored.“This is Selena,” Ethan said, stepping aside. “Don’t worry, we won’t kill you…yet.”My heart raced.Ronnie eyes narrowed, “That's Caleb. They are twins. Don't mind both of them. They won't hurt you. I promise.”I didn't seem to buy it, I did not want to flinch but I did. My palms felt clammy and my mind raised. I turned to look at Ronnie. “Don't leave me…please.”Ronnie gave me a sad smile. “I wish I couldn't love. But work calls.” Tears was starting to fill my eyes. The twins chuckled at the same time.
I woke with a start, my heart still pounding from the nightmare. The room was dimly lit by the early morning sun filtering through the curtains. I could hear birds chirping outside, their song a stark contrast to the terror I had just experienced. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. As I moved to sit up, I realized I could feel my legs, a faint tingling sensation coursing through them. Tentatively, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, wobbling slightly but managing to stay upright.I walked to the bathroom, each step feeling like a small victory. My eyes were vacant, the weight of everything I had been through evident in their depths, but I was alive. I took in deep breaths, the cool air of the bathroom helping to clear my mind. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, washing away the remnants of the nightmare. I spent extra time braiding my hair, the familiar motion bringing me a sense of calm and routine.When I stepped out of the
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Leo sat in his room, staring out the window at the moonlit landscape. The peace of the night was a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind. His thoughts were a tangled web of responsibilities, loyalties, and a growing, unsettling sense of something amiss.Suddenly, a jolt of fear coursed through him, sharp and unbidden. He felt it deep in his bones, a primal instinct that made him sit up in shock. His heart raced as he tried to pinpoint the source of this fear.Beside him, Tiana stirred, her sleep disturbed by his sudden movement. She sat up, her eyes wide with concern. "Leo, are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with worry.Leo ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his breathing. "I don't know," he admitted, his gaze still fixed on the window. "I just felt... something. Fear. Like someone was in danger."Tiana placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch warm and comforting. "It's probably just a dream," she suggested, though her brow furrowed with concern. "Y