"Freya! Freya!"
Walter and Stace called out as soon as they got back to the house. He had fear written all over his face as his heart raced fast and hard. Not getting a response from her or catching sight of her anywhere in the living room, they proceeded into the kitchen .
The kitchen was messy . There had definitely been an attack there as the furniture had been punctured and the table was dented. They slowly walked in till they caught sight of her feet. Quickly they went round the table and found her sitting on the floor with her hand holding on to her stomach. She was bleeding badly and her body seemed to be losing strength.
"Oh my god Freya…"
Walter said as he hurriedly knelt down beside her trying to figure out a way to help her. Stace stood in shock , he could almost hear his heartbeat.
"Who did this to you?"
Stace muttered.
.."who!"
He yelled .
"She can't talk okay?! She's dying or can't you see that?! "