DISCLAIMER: I don't own Daughters of the Moon or any related things, but
I've made up some characters for this.
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Lugging her bag of hockey equipment along her side, Carmen fought against the wind and rain to reach her mom's car. She opened the passenger side door and heard a crying sound from inside.
"What's wrong?" she questioned and stepped in. In the backseat, the twins Mia and Cara were all upset. Cara was actually crying while clutching her right arm. Burying her head in her hands was Mia. With wide eyes Carmen looked at her mom.
"I'm not sure," she explained frantically and began to cautiously move the car. "It happened so fast. This man, only a few year older than you, broke in the house right before we were going to leave for the game at six. He wouldn't leave I think he broke Cara's arm. Mia and I have nothing but bruises, but any ways, I didn't know what to do. I put the twins in the car and speed to a payphone. I called your coach and told you I'd be picking you up. We're going to the hospital now."
"Wow, I thought this would be over something small. What will we do after the hospital?" Carmen asked. At first, she hadn't been sure of what to say.
Her mom sighed slowly and the tone of her voice became even more nervous. "I don't know. And there's more. He wanted to know where you were. Nothing in this world is ever safe anymore. If only your father was alive, he'd know what to do..."
Carmen felt a streak of guilt. That man only wanted her, whoever he was, and he fought her family. And if she had been there, maybe she could of stopped him, or at least had her own arm broken instead of Cara. Poor Cara, or perhaps all of them; they must've been terrified!
Then it all came together at once. The open window... He must've come in that night through the window... And the floorboard creaking, he must've been following me... This was either what it was or just a gigantic coincidence.
The thought of this made Carmen even more frightened to go home. But then again, would she be any safer at the hospital?
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Lugging her bag of hockey equipment along her side, Carmen fought against the wind and rain to reach her mom's car. She opened the passenger side door and heard a crying sound from inside.
"What's wrong?" she questioned and stepped in. In the backseat, the twins Mia and Cara were all upset. Cara was actually crying while clutching her right arm. Burying her head in her hands was Mia. With wide eyes Carmen looked at her mom.
"I'm not sure," she explained frantically and began to cautiously move the car. "It happened so fast. This man, only a few year older than you, broke in the house right before we were going to leave for the game at six. He wouldn't leave I think he broke Cara's arm. Mia and I have nothing but bruises, but any ways, I didn't know what to do. I put the twins in the car and speed to a payphone. I called your coach and told you I'd be picking you up. We're going to the hospital now."
"Wow, I thought this would be over something small. What will we do after the hospital?" Carmen asked. At first, she hadn't been sure of what to say.
Her mom sighed slowly and the tone of her voice became even more nervous. "I don't know. And there's more. He wanted to know where you were. Nothing in this world is ever safe anymore. If only your father was alive, he'd know what to do..."
Carmen felt a streak of guilt. That man only wanted her, whoever he was, and he fought her family. And if she had been there, maybe she could of stopped him, or at least had her own arm broken instead of Cara. Poor Cara, or perhaps all of them; they must've been terrified!
Then it all came together at once. The open window... He must've come in that night through the window... And the floorboard creaking, he must've been following me... This was either what it was or just a gigantic coincidence.
The thought of this made Carmen even more frightened to go home. But then again, would she be any safer at the hospital?