ABIGEAL

“YOU'RE DONE.” Jacques smiled at me in triumph. “Didn't I tell you I wasn't going to let you go?” He said, tugging the boy he held in a vice grip closer to himself and pressing the gun tighter against his temple.

The boy didn't look frightened though. He stared at me in accusation. “You promised you would protect us. Why do you make promises you can't keep?

I kept my gun aimed at Jacques even as my arms trembled from exhaustion and sweat poured down my forehead. “I kept my promise to you.” This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream.

“What about your promise...