~ Chloe ~
“Mummy I want to go home.” Those were the words that broke down all my resistance and every bit of pride I held onto.
My heart throbbed, body trembling slightly as I stared at Donald, tears streaming down my nephew's cheeks.
That was a sight I couldn't bear.
I could bear the guy gripping my arm so tightly, it might bleed.
Or pulling me alongside him (because in one way or another, I just had a feeling they weren't going to harm me), but seeing Donald look shaky was an unbearable sight.
And here stood a man I knew nothing of, holding him stronger than anyone should hold a two year old.
All part of me erupted. Instincts taking over, that I had no idea when the words spilled out.
Words I might end up regretting later, but at that moment, didn't bother thinking twice.
Words
