Get Killed

"Who is getting killed?" Grandma Adaline's voice cut through the tense atmosphere as she and Grace, Allison's mom, swiftly intervened, pulling Allison and Sonia away from the police. "Why haven't you handcuffed them yet?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over in a maelstrom of emotions.

"What's wrong, Dylan? Why are the police in our mansion?" Grandma Adaline inquired, her gaze sharp as she shielded Allison behind her. I moved to step closer to Allison and grabbed her with all my might, but my mom quickly came and held me back, her expression concerned and warning. As I turned to face her, she shook her head. "Dylan... no," she said firmly, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Mom..." I protested, my anger flaring as she held me in a tight embrace, her arms a barrier between me and the unfolding turmoil. her touch, the silent plea in her eyes, gave me pause, and I struggled to rein in the tempest of emotions raging within me.

I turned to face Grandma Adaline, my voice laced with fury. "