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 looked at me with worry in her eyes, walking over to me and trying to calm me down. But I held my hands up to her, stopping her. "I need to go stop them, mom," I told her as I started heading towards the door.
"Sierra, don't!" my mom yelled, but I just left without lookin
