Victor saved my life.
Picture this: 19 years old, with no army experience whatsoever, forced to fight; to murder people I’ve never even met. What have they ever done to me? Nothing. So why drag me, and thousands of others, into a pointless war involving a conflict that can easily be sorted by sitting down and talking.

Years after a little dog saved Pablo's life, disaster strikes. But when the light's gone out and you're certain someone's disabled the cord, will there be Victor-y?


9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

The first thing I realise is they’re not coming.

It’s not hard to figure this out. They keep telling me what to do, how I’m supposed to deliver the baby...There’s no point in asking them if they’re going to get here. I already know the answer.

Instead of acting like a normal person, I stand there panicking. I knew what I should do, I just didn’t know what to do at that precise moment in time.

I can hear Ella whispering to herself. Most of the words I take to be reassuring promises to herself, or maybe to God.

I listen in as best as I can. The clock ticks by. I don’t know how many minutes pass, but suddenly I can hear talking no more.

I glance over at Ella.

At first I think she has fallen asleep. I walk over and nudge her gently. She doesn’t respond; strange, she’s usually a really light sleeper. I shake her again. Nothing.

That’s when I realise. She is unconscious.




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