Chapter 47 Sophia’s Death
My anger vanished the moment his hand began tracing the curves of my body, stopping at my waist before pulling me closer, not breaking the kiss.
My hands found their way to Carlos’s head, my fingers threading through his hair. It felt so good—too good. I didn’t want to stop, and part of me feared he might. But he didn’t. His lips stayed on mine, moving with the same hungry rhythm that matched mine.
Soon, his hand slipped from my waist to my thigh, and a tight knot formed in my stomach. The sensation was strange but undeniably pleasant. "Carlos," I breathed, the name escaping me in a trembling whisper as his touch drifted lower.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, and began leaving a slow trail of kisses down my neck before his mouth found its way back to mine and he kissed me deeply. As it got more intense, Carlos lifted me without breaking the kiss, I didn’t realize I was lying on the bed until I felt the soft mattress on me. I smiled against his lips as I deepened the kiss.
Carlos’s hand slid down to my thighs, lingering there for a moment before he guided them around his waist. His movements grew more deliberate as he pressed closer, grinding against me while his lips stayed locked with mine.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang through the room. I pulled back, my heart hammering in my chest as panic set in "What was that?"
Before Carlos could respond, another shot sounded—louder this time, as if it was closer.
Carlos quickly climbed off the bed, grabbed his shoe, and said, "We need to get out of here. Now."
I stood up and reached for my shoes. As I slipped them on, I couldn’t help but ask "What’s happening Carlos?"
"We’re under attack," Carlos said, moving toward me to help with my shoes.
"But I thought we were safe. You said this place would be safe." I said, my voice cracking as fear gripped me.
"Yes, but apparently I was wrong. We need to move before they come for you."
Once my shoes were on, he grabbed my hand and led me out of the room.
My heart raced faster than ever as we moved through the hallway. Carlos checked every corner before stepping forward and pulling me along. The sound of gunfire echoed through the house. It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t escape, every instinct in me screaming to run. But I knew that if I left Carlos’s sight, they’d catch me—and God knows what they’d do.
The Menendezes are evil, they are dangerous and unfortunately, they are my parents. I wish they weren’t. I hate that my parents are the cause of this, I hate that they have forced me into this life where nothing feels safe, even in my own home.
If I could change my parents, I would have.
As the gunshot kept going and louder and louder my heart threatened to burst from my chest, panic nearly paralyzing me as Carlos yanked me toward a hidden door at the end of the hallway.
With each shot, I couldn’t stop wondering what was wrong with my parents. I knew they wanted me, but did they really have to kill so many people just to get to me?
When I heard footsteps behind us, I froze. "Carlos," I whispered, a single tear rolled down my cheek.
He turned toward me, then looked past me. His eyes widened. In an instant, he shoved me into a corner and charged at the man behind me. My heart pounded in my throat as I hid, listening to the sound of fists striking flesh.
Deep down I prayed that nothing would happen to Carlos. I don’t think I can survive without him. Suddenly, another masked figure burst through the kitchen door holding a pistol and he was pointing at Carlos but before he could do anything, another man shot him dead.
Then I saw Sophia running toward me. I tried to warn her, to tell her to move, but she didn’t see me in time. A shot rang out, and she fell to the ground—blood spreading fast beneath her.
My whole body went numb. Tears blurred my vision as I rushed toward her. "Sophia!" I cried, reaching for her lifeless, but before I could touch her, a hand yanked me back.
It was Carlos.
"We have to go."
"They killed Sophia! They killed Sophia!" I screamed.
"We have to go—it’s not safe!" He said, his voice tight with panic as he dragged me away.
More tears spilled as I watched Sophia’s dead body. I was already losing my mind.
My brain spun and my mind completely shut down until the moment Sophia was shot. That incident kept replaying over and over in my head.
In that moment, I knew everything I thought I understood about the Menendez family was wrong. They weren’t just dangerous—they were ruthless. They wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted, no matter who got hurt.
As Carlos and I ran out of the house, his men shielded us until we reached the car. The fear, the panic, the tension—they all clung to me. Carlos pressed a hand over my ear to block the sound of gunfire, but I still heard it. I could still hear people screaming for help.
And while all of that was consuming me, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sophia, how she ran toward me, how she got shot, how her blood spied all over the place, and how she fell.
She died because of me. It’s all my fault. Everyone is suffering because of me. I have to fix this. I have to make it stop.