The cold night air hit my face as Mom pulled me through the backyard, her grip unrelenting. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind a whirlwind of questions. Who was after us? What had I just uncovered in the bracelet? And most pressing of all—why had Mom never told me about any of this before?
“Where are we going?” I gasped, stumbling to keep up with her quick pace.
She didn’t answer immediately, her eyes darting around, scanning the shadows of the backyard. Her breath came in shallow, controlled bursts. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and strained, “To the old cabin. It’s the only place we’ll be safe.”
The old cabin. It was a place I hadn’t heard about in years. A dilapidated shack tucked away in the woods near my grandparents’ land. I’d only been there once when I was much younger, before Mom stopped taking me there. She used to say it was a “family retreat,” but something about the way she spoke about it always made me uneasy.
I tried to protest, but my voice caught in my throat. The footsteps outside grew louder, closer. I could hear voices now. Men’s voices. Low, but firm. “Where are they?” one of them asked.
Mom quickened her pace. “Hurry, we don’t have much time,” she urged, pulling me toward the woods behind the house.
We reached the trees, and I felt a wave of dread wash over me. The silence of the forest was deafening, broken only by the sound of our hurried footsteps. I could still hear the voices—closer now, searching the yard.
“They’re coming!” I said, panic rising in my throat.
“Keep quiet,” Mom hissed, her tone sharper than I’d ever heard. “And don’t look back.”
We reached the edge of the forest, and there it was— the cabin. It looked even more decrepit than I remembered, its windows boarded up and the roof sagging from years of neglect. But it was hidden well enough to offer some kind of protection, and right now, that was all that mattered.
Mom pulled open the door, which creaked loudly in protest, and ushered me inside. The cabin smelled of mildew and dust, a scent that made my stomach turn. She closed the door quietly, locking it behind us.
“We’re safe for now,” she whispered, but there was no relief in her voice. Her eyes were wild, and her breathing ragged as she paced back and forth, her mind clearly elsewhere.
“What’s going on, Mom?” I demanded, my voice rising despite the tension. “Why didn’t you tell me about the bracelet? About… all of this?”
Her face tightened, and for the first time, I saw the weight of something—something heavy—pressing down on her. She paused and slowly turned to face me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
“Because it’s not just a bracelet,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s a key. A key to something I’ve been trying to protect you from for years.”
I stared at her, confusion clouding my thoughts. “A key to what?”
Mom’s eyes flickered toward the window, where the moonlight filtered through the cracks in the wood. “To the truth. The truth about why we’ve always been on the run. The truth about why I’ve never let you get too close to anyone, why I kept moving us from place to place. And why I’ve never let you wear anything close to that bracelet.”
My stomach twisted. I couldn’t process her words. She had kept secrets from me—huge secrets—and now everything I thought I knew about our life was shattered.
“You—” I began, but she cut me off.
“They’re here. They’ve always been here,” she said, her voice cold. “I thought I could keep you safe, but I made a mistake. I should’ve told you sooner.”
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the front door. It splintered with the force of something heavy hitting it. My heart stopped. They were inside.
“We have to go,” Mom said, grabbing my hand again. “They can’t find you. Not yet.”
I glanced at the bracelet in my hand, the engraving still clear in my mind. “Do not continue this.”
My fingers closed around it tightly, and in that moment, I realized—this wasn’t just about my mother or me anymore. This was something much bigger, something dark and ancient. The people after us weren’t just looking for the bracelet; they were after something far more dangerous.
We had to leave, but it felt like there was no place far enough away. The truth was closing in fast, and I couldn’t outrun it.
The chase had begun.
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