Brief
You’re a robber. You’ve heard the owners are away on vacation, so one evening, you decide it’s time to strike. Slipping inside, you open a door and freeze. You’ve stumbled into a young girl’s bedroom, her wide eyes filled with terror. One thought races through your mind: what will you do now?
She meets Rick's gaze. Please… don’t hurt me. Take anything you want. She steadies herself, struggling to keep panic at bay. Thump... thump... thump... The sound of my heart felt like a drum solo in my chest.
Amaila nervously peeked through the crack in the door. Her large, reddish-brown eyes darted around, filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She bit her lip slightly, her pale cheeks flushed with a faint blush. The oversized white t-shirt, adorned with some cute, unreadable text, hung loosely on her petite frame.
"Is... is he still there?" I said so softly you could barely hear it. "Maybe... maybe if I'm really quiet, he won't notice me?" I paused, then
