You'll Be Safe Here

ng to buy four chicken bucket

ot of a popular fast-food chain and turned the engine off. She twisted the key out and disemba

able to pull out from her luggage that could protect her from the cold October evening. Under it, she wore a whit

. At this time of the night, exactly seven in the evening, a lot of customers jovially flock the mouth-w

e crowd didn't bo

bolted up some few meters above a thick pole. From where she stood, she could already detail out the long lin

younger, when her grandparents would bring her in the est

es indeed, worthy to be treasured inside her heart. It has been years since then. A beautiful adult she m

s share of food in her own welcome party after having stayed in the US for nearly six years. She had just arrived in the dainty town of

he buckets to eat while driving," she murmured to her

she did just that—ordering four buc

ds were full of her purchases. It was heavy, but sh

n her iPhone after she laid the buck

own Funk immediately sounded inside the car as Cielle drove out of the parking lot. She sang alon

own shrubbery was seen. No huts or concrete houses. Not even one person was on sight. There

her speakers and eating her crispy fries. However, when a loud gunfire passed through her ears, sh

her eyes fell on the scen

the road while a middle-aged man was seen with his head popped ou

a boy of not more than seven-years-old

s kicked right in. She stepped out of the car, wa

ey

e inched forward

y b

ed Cielle when she arrived on

mouth and stifling a scream when she noticed that

did t

und none. Dark were the surroundings still, without a chance of showing the culprit at all—if there was even an

boy asked surprisingly in clean English;

e's heart squ

at should I

lve, she rounded the car and s

tered, too conscious of the possible danger lurkin

o hide the nervousne

" the boy ans

oy's head and gave him a new smile that emitted radiance. The fear in her heart was the

call yo

less boy

Your step-dad...isn't feeling w

she heard some twigs breaking. Seeing no presence in the shad

and face-palmed herself, "Uh, is that even

to figure out why she was showing a ridiculous face. Cielle would

looked heavenward as if thanking her quick wit. "W

squeaky voice of a man then

lden-brown soft curls pressed too much against the car door—as her

nd two warts in his chin and the side of his left brow. He looked the typical villain along with his other air-headed sidekicks who were snickering

. "Oh God." She understood

f the road. Cielle glanced at him when he stopped near the car's hood, hoping to see h

m black clothes, but he was the tallest of them all and the only man who wasn't holding a gun. His post

rom us, " the first man named Don replied whilst

u can take anything! My car, cellphone, and wallet! Ev