ABIGAIL
A bloody hand grips mine tightly making me jump immediately, and when I finally look up, the woman I have feared all my life, and from whom my parents have tirelessly tried to protect me, stares at me with eyes full of terror as a thread of blood runs down the corner of her mouth, with her other hand she clutches her chest tightly, and I see the blood gushing out in a torrent from the wound she is trying to contain.
The door is slammed open and at least half a dozen cops flood the place in the blink of an eye, my parents and the Pemberton’s walk in right after, and my mother screams when she sees the woman holding me tight and all the blood around me, the guns of two policemen are pointed towards the woman, but all I can see are their terrified eyes and the blood pouring ou
