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Camilla bolted out of the Creepy house, her heart pounding in her chest as she raced towards her car. But her frantic escape was abruptly halted when she caught sight of a figure lying motionless on the ground nearby.
Her steps faltered, and she skidded to a halt, her eyes widening in shock as she approached the prone form.
“Ah!” A scream tore from her throat as she beheld the sight before her-a woman, her mother, lying in a pool of her own blood.
“What?!” Camilla gasped, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch her mother’s lifeless body.
“Mom!” she cried out, her voice choked with emotion. Despite their tumultuous relationship, seeing her mother in this state shattered Camilla’s heart into pieces.
“Mom!” she called out again, desperately shaking her mother’s body in a futile attempt to rouse her.
Frantic and overwhelmed, Camilla fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed 911.
“Hello?” Camilla’s voice quivered with tears as soon as the call connected.
“Hello, ma’am, how can we help you?” came the calm response from the operator.
“My… my mom is bleeding so much, I think she’s dead,” Camilla managed to choke out between sobs, her voice thick with grief.
“Okay, I want you to try and calm down. What is your name?” the operator asked, her tone soothing in contrast to Camilla’s distress.
“My name is Camilla,” she replied, her voice quivering with emotion.
“Where are you right now?” the operator inquired.
“A creepy place,” Camilla replied, her mind still reeling from the shock.
“Do you know where exactly you are?” the operator pressed for more details.
“Not really,” Camilla admitted, her voice trembling.
“Okay, Camilla, please stay on the line while we try to track your location,” the operator instructed calmly.
“Yes, sure,” Camilla agreed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“The ambulance will arrive in a few minutes,” the operator assured her.
“Please send the police too. My friend is in danger,” Camilla added hastily.
“We will, Camilla,” the operator reassured before the call ended, leaving Camilla anxiously awaiting the arrival of help.
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Phoenix’s gaze bore into Georgia with seething hatred, her muscles tensed in defiance.
“Your last glare like that, and I wouldn’t hesitate to splatter your brains,” Georgia taunted, her smirk only fueling Phoenix’s fury.
“Let me see you try,” Phoenix retorted, leaning in closer to Georgia despite being bound. She refused to cower in the face of her captor’s threats; this wasn’t her first rodeo.
Having been caught before during her days of thievery, Phoenix was no stranger to captivity. But this time was different-the stakes were higher, and the life of her child hung in the balance.
Even as Georgia’s hand struck her cheek with force, eliciting a hiss of pain, Phoenix remained resolute. She couldn’t afford to show any weakness in front of her captor.
“You’re tough, huh?” Georgia remarked, her tone laced with amusement as she observed Phoenix’s stoic demeanor.
With a bitter laugh, Phoenix responded, “A lot tougher than you think.”
“Oh, I heard Rome locked you up,” Georgia taunted, her laughter echoing off the walls and stoking Phoenix’s simmering anger.
“He would never do that to me. He loved me too much, like he’s obsessed with me,” Georgia boasted, her smug grin infuriating Phoenix even more.
“Lucky you. Faking your death for what?!” Phoenix spat, her voice dripping with contempt as she glared at the woman who had orchestrated this twisted scheme.
“Well, let me say, I hated kids, and Rome loved them. He was too attached, didn’t you notice?” Georgia’s voice dripped with disdain, but Phoenix merely rolled her eyes in response.
“All he did was love you, and what are you doing now? Taking his child, the one he would literally move heaven and earth for, to kill him. What kind of person are you?” Phoenix’s voice crackled with anger as she glared at Georgia with undisguised contempt. Georgia’s expression faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.
“What don’t you get? I hate kids. He loved kids. No matter how many times I aborted them, he still wanted us to try for more. We even had to resort to IVF for that thing,” Georgia explained bitterly, her words tinged with resentment. “And when I finally got pregnant, it was just another way for Rome to force me into motherhood like I’m some sort of mother hen.”
Phoenix listened, her confusion deepening. “Then why the hell do you still want to kill your own child?” she demanded, searching for answers in Georgia’s cold gaze.
“Well…” Georgia trailed off, her expression hardening as she shook her head in frustration. “I don’t like children. I don’t want anyone at all. Why the hell am I even explaining this to you?” With a swift motion, Georgia cocked the gun, pointing it menacingly at Phoenix, her resolve hardened.
“Say one more word about my life, and I’ll shoot you, I swear it,” Georgia threatened, pressing the gun against Phoenix’s temple.
Phoenix’s response was nothing but a smirk as she shifted her gaze towards the sleeping baby in the crib. She couldn’t help but feel conflicted about the infant’s presence- She doesn’t know if she could call him her son anymore because he was Georgia’s son by blood, but his biological mother’s actions left much to be desired in terms of maternal instinct.
“Or…” Georgia’s voice cut through the tense silence as she walked towards the crib, her hand hovering menacingly over the sleeping child.
“Maybe I should start with him,” Georgia mused, her finger tightening on the trigger as she aimed the gun at the defenseless infant.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Phoenix growled, straining against the ropes that bound her hands, her desperation mounting with each passing second.
“Or I can,” Georgia retorted, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she relished the power she held over Phoenix’s life.
“Shoot me instead, just… just leave him alone,” Phoenix pleaded, her voice thick with emotion as she fought to protect her child from harm.
“Aww, how touching. I wish I could be like you,” Georgia mocked, her expression shifting from faux sympathy to sinister amusement.
“Now, I have a million-dollar question for you,” Georgia continued, stepping closer to Phoenix and looming over her with the gun still in hand.
“Will you go back to Rome if you maybe come out of here alive?” Georgia’s voice was laced with malice as she caressed Phoenix’s cheek with the cold metal of the gun, her gaze piercing into Phoenix’s soul as she awaited her answer.
” That shouldn’t be your business” Phoenix spat.
Georgia’s grip on the gun tightened as she sneered at Phoenix, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light. With a swift motion, she raised the weapon and brought it crashing down on Phoenix’s head, the metal striking her skull with a sickening thud. Phoenix’s cry of pain was cut short as she slumped forward, her body limp and helpless.
Georgia’s laughter echoed through the room, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Phoenix’s spine. She taunted Phoenix, her voice dripping with malice,
“You’re so tough, huh? Let’s see how you handle this.” And with that, she hit Phoenix again, her methods cruel and merciless.
The room was filled with the sounds of Phoenix’s muffled cries and Georgia’s sadistic laughter, the air thick with tension and fear. But just as Georgia was about to deliver another blow, the door burst open and a team of police officers stormed into the room.
“Freeze!” one of the officers shouted, his gun trained on Georgia. “Drop the weapon!”
Georgia’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she raised the gun and pointed it at the officers, her finger tightening on the trigger.
But before she could fire, one of the officers tackled her to the ground, wrestling the gun from her grasp. Georgia’s screams of rage filled the air as she was pinned down, her arms and legs flailing wildly.
Phoenix, still dazed and disoriented, looked up to see the officers rushing towards her, their faces filled with concern. One of them quickly cut her bonds, helping her to her feet as another officer tended to the baby in the crib.
“It’s okay, ma’am,” one of the officers said gently, leading Phoenix away from the scene. “You’re safe now. She can’t hurt you anymore.”
As soon as the ropes restraining her fell away, Phoenix wasted no time. With a surge of adrenaline, she sprinted towards the officer carrying her baby, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and relief.
“You have to rest more,” the officer advised, but Phoenix paid no heed as she reached out, snatching her baby from the officer’s arms.
Crushing her child to her chest, Phoenix couldn’t contain the flood of tears that streamed down her cheeks. The sight of her innocent baby, unharmed and safe in her arms, overwhelmed her with a wave of emotion.
“You’re safe now,” she whispered hoarsely, pressing a gentle kiss to her baby’s forehead before enveloping him in a tight embrace.
As the officer spoke of the need for both her and her son to receive medical attention, Phoenix nodded in agreement, her sole focus on ensuring their safety and well-being.
As they escorted her out of the room, Phoenix couldn’t help but glance back at Georgia, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and gratitude. She knew she would never forget this ordeal, but she was just grateful to be alive, and to have her child safe in her arms.
To be continued…..