Page 41 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
The door finally gave way and pulled open. Her father produced a blade and ran for the end of the rope attached to the pulley he used to lift the bodies.
“Hurry, Daddy, I can’t hold her anymore.”
His arm moved back and forth over the rope, a strange growl-like sound coming from his mouth that scared her as much as her mother hanging over her head.
The rope suddenly gave way, and her mother fell toward the ground taking Yasmine with her. They landed hard in a heap, partially trapped under her mother’s weight. She was so exhausted, but she pulled herself out as her dad flipped her mother over, so she was face up.
Yasmine stared into the bulging eyes, her mother’s face a weird shade of blue, and knew it was too late. Her lower lip trembled as her father began pressing on her mother’s chest and blowing in her mouth.
“Yazzy, go call for help. Now!”
Yasmine was jerked out of the memory as they reached the front of the hospital, and the car came to a screeching halt.
Dean grabbed her hand and helped her out of the car.
Why was this happening again? Why did everyone she love, leave?
