My patience has been running out since the moment I saw her. I never thought I would have the same crazy feelings which I had years ago to drop her but now these feelings keep on running down my spine telling me to get her.
"Go get her. She will run away again if you don't."
"Go tie her up."
As if someone keeps whispering in my ears making me go insane.
Still, I wanted for her to open the door on her own but she didn't. I counted numbers still she didn't budge but I had to try breaking the door. I pushed the door with as much strength as I had and broke in but I found none on the bed but I could hear her crying noises from a corner.
"Ayla?"
I slowly walked near her calling her name but I could hear two more crying voices coming from the left corner.
"Ayla" I called her name again when I finally got to see her face which was completely covered in her hair. I started moving forward but the same little boy I saw a long time ago stopped my way.
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