THE THING HE FEARED THE MOST

Stefan was sleeping soundly when he suddenly woke up from loud crashing noise inside their room. It was dark but he remembered that he left the lampshade open to give light to the room. He saw someone standing at the foot of their bed and the person was looking towards someone who was standing in front of him.

Stefan didn't make a sound. The scene was so familiar to him and his back started to sweat coldly. He can't be mistaken. It was the scene fifteen years ago. The only difference was that it was not Alexander standing in the middle of the room, facing the killer on his own. But it was Cayenne. She stood there, looking pale from fright and the man was standing in front of him with a gun.

A shiver went down his spine when he felt the sudden chill on his neck. He was afraid to make a sound and Cayenne was standing quietly as well. None of them move.