You know I wanna believe that we're a masterpiece, but sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark. Who owns my heart.
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Adam lives a luxurious life in Los Angeles with his husband and their two twin daugthers. He's working as a teacher at his kid's...
I parked my car and stepped out. I opened the door to Michael and Peter house and went in.
Their son's babysitter came down and she looked scared at me. "Who's there?" she asked. "Alex Miller." I said with a smirk on my face. "You." replied Elena scared. "Correct." I said. "I call the police." she replied and picked up her phone. "It's time for you to go to sleep." I said and covered her mouth with a tissue, which was soaked in sleepers. She fell down to the floor and I crushed her phone.
I walked upstairs and went into their bedroom. Teddy were sleeping deeply in his crib. He was holding his teddy bear close to him. I picked up him went out again. I locked the front door and walked back to the car. I started the engine and drove away.
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(Baby Teddy)
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Michael's: POV
Me and Peter came back from the cinema. I found Elena sleeping on the couch. I put a blanket on her. Teddy must've taken all her energy, poor thing. But it was still too quiet in the house and a worried feeling filled my body. I waited for our son to start crying or something. But I heard nothing.
I walked upstairs and ran into our bedroom. I rushed to his crib. I let out a scream. My beloved son were gone. Tears were streaming down my face. I was breathing heavily.
"Teddy, where are you?" I called. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find him. It can't be true, he can't be gone. "Michael, what's going on?" asked Peter. "Teddy, he's gone." I said and broke down.
