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[Warning: Violence, slight gore, upsetting content, readers have been warned.]

Aaron, as the oldest, woke up first. He quickly woke his younger siblings, "Mike, Nathan, Tony, wake up!"

Aaron shook their bunk beds to wake them up one by one. They rubbed their eyes and complained, "What's wrong, Big bro?"

"I heard a scream outside. Stay awake, I'll check it out!" Aaron said. The boys quickly regained consciousness after suddenly hearing maniacal laughter from their mother outside.

They looked at each other, and their faces paled. They didn't know what their mother was doing, but the last time she laughed like this, she got too stressed and beat them up one by one.

"You guys wait here, I'll see what's wrong," Aaron said.

He opened the door and then peeked from the small gap.

He saw his mother sitting on Gran Judith's back and then stabbed her a few times with a sharp knife. Blood splattered everywhere, and the knife was covered in blood each time Chelsea pulled it out.

His Gran was still alive, but the little boy could see that her life began to float away from her body. Aaron opened the door and yelled spontaneously, "GRAN!"

Chelsea and Judith raised their heads at the same time, staring at Aaron, who was trying to help his dying Grandma.

"About time," Chelsea smirked. She pointed the bloody knife at her first son. "I've had enough of you, little shits. I want to have my own happiness, and you all will pay for it!"

Chelsea got up, she had already stabbed her old mother three times in the back, so she was confident that Judith wouldn't be able to struggle and would die anytime soon.

Chelsea felt an unprecedented amount of joy when she saw the fear in Aaron's eyes. Though he was a boy, Aaron actually had Chloe's chestnut hair and sweet-doe eyes. It made him look cute but an easy target for Chelsea's daily bullying.

She couldn't wait to kill Aaron out of spite of Chloe, and she would do the same for the rest of her sons because all of them looked like Tommy instead.

"Come here, you little shit, I will cut your neck first!" Chelsea yelled. She walked towards Aaron, who was petrified on the spot. He was too scared to move. The image of his mother holding a bloody knife while smirking at him would forever be engraved in his mind.

Judith felt that she had started to lose consciousness. She knew she hadn't much time left in this world, but she would never let Chelsea hurt her grandsons.

So she gathered all of her remaining strength and grabbed Chelsea's ankle.

"Wha—Argh!" Chelsea fell to the ground face-first.

Judith gritted her teeth and yelled, "AARON, MY PHONE IS ON THE KITCHEN. CALL 911 AND RUN TO YOUR ROOM, LOCK YOUR DOOR NOW!"

Judith's loud voice snapped the little boy out of his daze. He looked at his Gran, gripping his mother's ankle as hard as possible, "G—Gran…."

"GO!" Judith yelled again.

The little boy felt that his heart was crushed. But he nodded and ran to the kitchen to grab Gran's phone.

"You—Let me go!" Chelsea kicked Judith's face plenty of times, but Judith hung on her last breath to protect her grandson.

Aaron returned with Judith's phone. He gave Judith the last look before returning to the bedroom and saw how his Gran persevered despite being on the verge of death.

The little boy knew from that day onward he would never forget how brave and strong his old Gran was, "Thank you, Gran."

Aaron rushed to the room and closed the door, "B—Big bro, what happens outside? What about Mommy and Gran?" Tony asked.

"Yes, Big bro."

"Big bro, I'm scared!"

Aaron ignored his brothers and quickly grabbed a broom to block the door handle so it couldn't be opened from outside. He looked around and saw a couch that Gran usually used to rest on after cleaning the apartment.

"Push that chair to the door!"

The boys looked at each other and then at their Big bro. But they didn't dare to question. They just knew they had to follow their oldest brother's order.

Thus, all the boys worked together to push the couch to the door to barricade it further, ensuring nobody outside could open it.

Aaron unlocked the phone and the picture of Aunt Chloe when she was still very thin—about a year ago—hugging the four boys with a warm smile as Gran's wallpaper.

The six-year-old boy felt crushed in his heart since Gran always told him she missed meeting with Aunt Chloe and wanted to apologize because they had had a fight.

Thus, Aaron pressed 911, and the line was connected shortly after, "Hello, 911, what's your emergency?"

**

Chelsea gritted her teeth when she saw Aaron enter the bedroom. She looked down and saw the old bitch was still trying to hold her by hugging her ankle.

Her white-yellowish pajama had been stained with blood, and she seemed to have lost her vision as she was on the verge of death.

"Let me go, you bitch!" Chelsea finally kicked her old mother's face, and Judith released her ankle. "Goddamn it, just die already! Why are you such a drag?!" Chelsea got up and grabbed the knife on the floor. She then rushed to the boys' bedroom door.

Meanwhile, Judith felt that she was only a few breaths away from death, and the only memory that flashed in her mind was her time with Chloe.

She might never say this and tried to treat her daughters fairly.

But Chloe always had a favorite place in her heart, mostly because Chloe was the one who cared more about her when Judith was at her lowest. Chloe was forced to become the 'mother' in the family when she was a kid, doing house chores, taking care of her big sister, and also Judith if she got too exhausted or sick to do anything because Judith had to work three jobs to support them.

Yet, Chloe never complained and always worried about her mother instead.

A single tear dropped from the corner of her eye, and she said in her heart, 'Chloe, my daughter…'

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