ZeldaI woke up the next morning, the sun shining through the window. I blinked my eyes open, expecting to see Drake next to me. I had gotten so used to having him by my side, that for a moment, I forgot we were living in different rooms. I sat up, stretching my arms above my head. It was a new day, and I didn't know what it would bring. All I knew was that I would have to face the truth, whether I wanted to or not.I struggled to sit up, my muscles aching from the tears I had shed the night before. I let out a groan as I stretched my arms above my head. The morning was just beginning, but I already felt exhausted. The air was heavy, and my head pounded from the stress of the previous day. I looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The bed, the dresser, the curtains – they were all the same as they had been yesterday. But I felt like everything had changed.I stood up and faced the mirror, taking in my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, and my eyes were swol

ZeldaAs my mother told me her story, tears streamed down her face. I could see the pain and the guilt in her eyes, and I reached out to her, wanting to comfort her.“It's not your fault,” I said, my voice shaking. “You did what you had to do to protect me.” But she only shook her head, unable to speak. I held her close, knowing that it would take time for her to heal. But I was determined to help her, regardless of what it took.A wave of guilt washed over me as I thought of all the times I had been selfish and failed to see the pain and reason behind my mother's actions. I had only focused on my pain, my desires, and I had never taken the time to see things from her perspective. I had been so caught up in my world that I hadn't even considered how my behavior was affecting her. I felt a lump in my throat as I thought of all the times I had taken her for granted.“It's okay,” I heard a deep, reassuring voice say. I looked up and saw my father standing there, his expression soft an

ZeldaI looked at my father, my eyes wide with fear. “What was that?” I asked, my voice trembling. He shook his head, his expression grave. “I don't know,” he said, “but I have a bad feeling about this.” The silence that followed was heavy with tension, and we both stood frozen, not knowing what to do next.And then, the sound came again, louder and more powerful than before. It was like a bomb had gone off, the ground trembling beneath our feet. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I knew that something was very wrong. “We need to get out of here,” I said, my voice urgent. “Let's go!” But to my surprise, my father stopped me in my tracks. “You need to stay here with your brother,” he said, his voice firm. “I will go outside and see what's going on. You two stay inside and lock the door.” I started to protest, but he cut me off. “Please, just do as I say,” he said, his eyes pleading. Reluctantly, I nodded, and he turned and ran out the door. I closed it behind him, my

ZeldaI traced the path of the food tray from the floor to the person holding it. I was stunned, almost speechless, as I saw my father standing there, looking down at me with concern in his eyes. I was about to stand up when my dad said, "Stay seated, my dear,” my father said in a gentle voice. He approached the bed and placed the tray of food in front of me. I sat up straighter, still trying to comprehend what was happening. My father sat down on the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of concern and relief. “I'm so glad you are okay,” he said, reaching out to touch my hand. I could feel the warmth of his hand on mine.“Why didn't you stay inside like I told you to?” my father asked, his voice calm but firm. I hesitated for a moment, not sure what to say. “I was scared,” I finally admitted. “I heard the screams and the shouting, and I wanted to see what was happening.” My father nodded, his expression softening. “I understand. But it's important to obey the rules, even when yo

ZeldaMy father and brother left the room, the door closing softly behind them. I was left alone, lying on the bed, my body exhausted from the events of the day. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that for a moment, I had forgotten my troubles. I had allowed myself to be swept up in the relief of having my father back, the comfort of knowing that I had my family around me. It was a feeling I had been missing for so long, and it was a feeling I hoped to hold on to for as long as possible.I heard the door open and looked up to see Drake standing in the doorway. His face was etched with worry, and he looked as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I couldn't bear to see him like that, so I asked, “Can I massage your head?” His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, sinking into the chair beside my bed. I took his head in my hands, my fingers gently kneading his scalp. He relaxed under my touch, his shoulders sinking with relief.“Any latest developments?” I aske