Voices of Despair by ford_of_bruinen

IX

I stay quiet as I promised, my brother does the same. We promised mother. She was crying, promising she would be back soon. So we hide under the bed, clinging to each other.

I know why mother was afraid. She lost her brothers when she was little. I remember, she told us. I wonder if we will die.

I look at the boots that stop in front of the bed and cannot help the scream that escapes me when the owner of the boots leans down, looking at us. His hair is red and I scowl. Will we die now?