Dice [h.s.]

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"She's a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes." -Vicky Pérez

Fear. It's the scariest emotion a person can face. It makes us paralyzed. Unable to move, unable to feel anything else beside the feeling itself. It's consuming, and vicious.

I've felt fear more times than I've felt happiness in my life. Fear of losing the people I love. Fear of losing myself. Fear of everything around me going away with the blink of an eye.

The only thing I felt staring at my mother being held at gunpoint for a second time in her life, was fear. Fear of her dying and leaving me alone. Fear of watching her die. And the fear of never getting to apologize.

What can you do in a situation like this? Run? Hide? Be a hero? I can't do any of that when I can't move my feet. I'm stunned, unable to move at my own will. And I don't know how to break free.

The casino was dark. The only light being the LED's from when there were actually people in here. The music was quietly playing through the loudspeaker as you could see all the employees still walking around.

The place was mixed with Sucker workers and Alea workers. The waitresses were gathered by the bar while being forced to hide by a few men in all black with a weird pair of lips on the back of their jackets.

"Kennedy! Run!" My mother yelled again, breaking my trance on the petrified workers.

I changed my eye direction back to her. Her hair was a disheveled mess as she was chained to a seat. A black pistol was held to her temple. She was crying, her eyes were blood red.

I was still unable to move. The gun on my back felt heavier than ever. I couldn't carry the weight since it felt like a 1000 pounds was strapped to my back. Was I breathing?

I took a quick breath through my nose, realizing that the weight wasn't from the gun. The weight was me telling myself I needed to breathe. I would of passed out if I didn't.

A pair of hands gripped my waist, still I was unable to move anything but my eyes. A person stepped in front of me, and it was the person I wanted to see least right now.

"Kennedy." Harry whispered between us, locking his eyes on mine. I closed mine so I couldn't see him.

"Get your fucking hands off of me right now." I demanded, finally gaining feeling in my brittle bones and using all my strength to push his hands off of me.

"Kennedy." Harry took a step towards me, forcing me to take a step back. I don't want to see him right now.

"Take the hint, get away." I pushed past him, stepping to the side and locking eyes with my mother.

White gloves appeared on my mothers shoulders, and a face beside hers. Leonardo gripped my mothers shoulders and squeezed them, causing my mother to shriek in pain.

"Get your rapist hands off of my mother!" I shouted, pulling my hands to the back of my shirt and gripping the gun tucked into my waist line.

I won't fucking hesitate

"Kennedy. My dear. That's no way to talk to me, is that?" Leonardo chuckled while patting my mothers shoulders gently.

"I don't fucking care how you want to be talked to. Let my mother go, you sagging piece of shit." I hissed, taking a step forward. His men stepped forward instantly, protecting him from me.

The little bitch is scared

"Now, Kennedy. I just want to talk. Can we talk?" Leonardo shooed his men off and let go of my mother.