What I Would Do For Her
I have never seen an uglier face than the one looming before me. His eyes are like nothing I have ever seen before- merciless, full of a hatred unknown to me. Feeling my sister's warm body behind me, I push her farther against the wall, into the corner. If he decides to use the gun in his hand, it won't hit her. He can only take one shot. After that, Mr. Cleary from next door will probably get concerned for his own safety and call the cops. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a curtain flutter behind a closed, shaded window belonging to Mr. Cleary's house, only fifty feet or so from Ali's and my bedroom window. Last summer, he even tore down his fence because he thought our garden was so beautiful. He has a very clear view. Deep in my heart, I wish that he'd help us; two young girls. But I know he won't.
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