Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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- Third Person POV -
No one realized that the household was being watched; that someone was taking notes of when the parents left, which cars were used, and which weren't. That someone from the inside was going to destroy this family that had only started to be glued back together.
"Are we all armed?" Santiago questioned his sons, nephews, brothers, and men. They were going to be starting a war that would never end, or at least for their lifetime.
But what happens if the war they were trying to finish, had all been started because of something they didn't even do?
No one really knew who was at fault, but they just seemed to blame one another, constantly. Ruining each other's lives for something that should never have ever happened in the first place.
Was it all just greed and money that drove people to hurting one another? Or was there still that saying 'an eye for an eye' that people believed in? who really knew at this point. At the end of the day, children were getting hurt at what cost? Their lives?
Nothing was worse than risking children's lives just so they could be tough, when in reality, everyone had been a child at one stage.
Maybe we all were still children.
"Yes sir" filtered around the room, as hands went up, resting on their foreheads. It was like they were going to fight for their country. "Order" was the last words that were spoken between the group before everyone departed.
"Were all going to die" was my last thought, or so I thought it was. I didn't know if I was going to live another day or not. All I knew was that I would never be getting back into a car.
Santiago sent his men off, as he turned around for one final look at the house that he had called a home with his family. He had this feeling that he may be the one that didn't return home to his family tonight.
He had seen many of his men never to be able to return back to his family, and he had always made sure that he sent them his condolences for serving him and his family. But maybe this time was his time to be the one that had to go.
But he had to come back, to see his two daughters smile while his sons chased them around as him and his wife watched it all unfold. It had felt like life was starting to come back into their household after a dreary period of time.
Maybe he would be able to come home.
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- One Week Later -
As the cousins and siblings all climbed into the vehicles, they were finally going for the promised night drive. There had been begs and pleas, but it was finally relented with the exception that Hugo would not be driving or in the front passenger seat.
