Sierra pov.

I felt scared about what I had just done. Would they kill him?

Placing my hands over my face, I walked up from the couch, tears streaming down my face. As I ran up to my room upstairs, I could hear my mom's voice calling out to me.

I shut my door, not wanting anyone to come see me. I felt so down, regretting what I had just done. "Will they kill him?"

I stood up and walked over to my closet, taking out one of my jackets and putting it on. Then I ran out of my room and down the stairs.

I watched as my mom...