Author's Note:
This story is a revamp of my first Witness Story. It isn't as bad as the first one & has less graphic contents in it. The ages that the character gives birth are 12 & 14. I've done my research this time.
People speaking are in italics.
Flashback:
"Sarah, RUN!" my mother yelled at me.
I stood rooted to the floor of our home. Horror filled me as I watched my mother, father, 8-year-old brother Samual, my twin 2-year-old siblings Brian & Naomi, pushed into the room. Our secretary & gardener were already dismembered on the ground. I knew what was going to happen; Frank Santos was going to kill us, all of us.
To my horror, Mr. Santos grabbed an axe & my mother, father, sister & brothers' had no arms, legs or heads. He turned towards me, but my Uncle Adam came in at that moment & Mr. Santos tore the axe across his chest. Adam fell against the wall & I knew no more.
I woke up, gagged with my arms & legs bound tight, in the trunk of a car. I moaned, trying to get away. Nothing happened & I passed out again.