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Shaking from her to foot, Yoyo clenched her hand tightly around Emmerson's and tried to focus her on her sister's touch. the familiar warmth was not the soothing balm she wished for, not when she could practically feel her little sister's fear through her palm, but it was welcome none the less.
The reminder that they were here together, the illusion of safety that was there bond... Yolanda Luna didn't think she would be standing without it.
She didn't look up as Rosier spoke, fearful that even her hateful gaze might lead to punishment, but his words continued to strike her hard in the chest. Breath. Breath. It was so hard to breath. He was mad. absolutely out of his mind, Yoyo's eyes widened and she looked out into the sea of students and teachers as the list was read off- nonchalant- like he wasn't condemning her friends- her family.
No. No. No. There were too many people she loved on that list- Flynn, Cece, Kale, kizzy and Mavis were only babies- and Yoyo held back a gag.
She did not move. Not an inch as they came to take Kizzy. Frozen to the spot with cowardice and indecision. her stomach turned. Nasty. Evil. Wicked. Her eyes burned with tears.
And then suddenly-
They were grabbing Emmerson and Yoyo's nearly let go of the little pale hand. "Don't touch her!" She screeched, her broken voice painful in her throat. Acid. But Yolanda wouldn't let them take Emmerson... not alone. She looked to the hooded figure, defiant but waiting to be taken along.
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